A New Little Somethin' Special

This is something I'm gonna call, "Sectarian Song of the Month", or "Erin Go Bragh!", I'm not certain which yet.

Those who know me, know that I like Irish rebel songs. If they offend you, tough, I like singin' 'em! I recently came across lyrics of fairly modern IRA songs, and since this is My House, I'll share 'em with yas.


MY LITTLE ARMALITE
(tune: Home, boys, home)

And it's down in the Bogside, that's where I long to be,
lying in the dark with a Provo company,
with a comrade on me left and another one on me right
and a clip of ammunition for my little armalite.

I was stopped by a soldier, said he, "You are a swine!"
he hit me with his rifle and he kicked me in the groin
I begged and I pleaded, sure me manners were polite,
but all the time I'm thinking of my little armalite.

And it's down in Crossmaglen, that's where I long to be,
lying in the dark with a Provo company,
with a comrade on me left and another one on me right
and a clip of ammunition for my little armalite.

Sure a brave RUC man came marching up our street,
six hundred British soldiers he had lined up at his feet.
"Come out, ye cowardly Fenians, come on out and fight."
But he cried, "I'm only joking!", when he heard the armalite.

Sure it's down in Kilwilkie, that's where I long to be,
lying in the dark with a Provo company,
with a comrade on me left and another one on me right
and a clip of ammunition for my little armalite.

Sure, the army came to visit me, 'twas in the early hours,
with Saladins and Saracens and Ferret armoured cars.
They thought they had me cornered, but I gave them all a fright
with the armour-piercing bullets of my little armalite.

And it's down in the Falls Road, that's where I long to be,
lying in the dark with a Provo company,
with a comrade on me left and another one on me right
and a clip of ammunition for my little armalite.

When Pryor came to Belfast, said he, "The battle's won",
the generals, they have told him, "We've got them on the run."
But corporals and privates, when on patrol at night
said, "Send for reinforcements, it's the bloody armalite!"

And it's up in Ballymurphy, that's where I long to be,
lying in the dark with a Provo company,
with a comrade on me left and another one on me right
and a clip of ammunition for my little armalite.


Hopefully soon, I'll be able to fix it so you can actually hear what it's supposed to sound like, but that's all I got for now.

Slainte!