24.
THE RED FLAG

The workers' flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead;
And ere their limbs grew stiff and
  cold
Their life blood dyed its every fold.

CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet banner high,
Beneath its folds we'll live and die.
Though cowards, flinch and traitors
  sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright,the symbol plain,
Of human right, of human gain.

CHORUS:

It waved above our infant might
When all ahead seemed dark as night.
It witnessed many a deed and vow;
We will not change its color now.

CHORUS:

It suits today the meek and base,
Whose minds are fixed on self and
  place,
To cringe beneath the rich man's
  frown
And haul that sacred emblem down.

CHORUS:

With heads uncovered swear we all,
To bear it onward 'til we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.

CHORUS:
 

THE CUDGEL SONG
I heard songs in my youth that are
  part of me yet,
Songs that told of the sea and the
  soil, 
But there's one homely strain I
  shall never forget,
It's the chant of the men as they
  toil.
(Repeat last 2 lines)

                           (cont.)

CHORUS:
Ho, my little cudgel, make way now!
Ho, the green one will obey now, and
Go onward, slow onward.  Together!

Now the workers are waking and taking
  the land
Where they toiled in their sorrow
  and pain;
Not as bondsmen they stoop but as free
  men they stand,
Though they still sing their cudgel
  refrain;
Not as bondsmen they stoop but as free
  men they stand:
Though they still sing their cudgel
  refrain.

CHORUS:
Ho, my little cudgel, arise now!
Ho, the red will win the prize now,
and Lift onward, swift onward,
Together!
 

KEVIN BARRY

Early on a Sunday morning,
High upon a gallows hill,
Kevin Barry gave his young life
For the cause of liberty.

Only a lad of 18 summers,
Yet there's no one can deny,
That he went to death that morning,
Nobly held his head up high.

CHORUS:
"Shoot me like an Irish soldier,
Do not hang me like a dog;
For I fought for Ireland's freedom
On that dark September morn.
All around that little bakery;
Oh, we fought them hand to hand.
Shoot me like an Irish soldier,
For I fought to free Ireland."

Just before he faced the hangman,
In his lonely prison cell,
British soldiers tortured Barry
Just because he would not tell

All the names of his companions,
Other things they wished to know;
"Turn informer, and we'll free you."
Proudly answered Barry, "No!"

CHORUS:


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