"Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew"
"Tír gan teanga - tír gan anam"
"If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!"
"Freedom won't be terrorised,
Nor freedom's struggle, criminalised"
"Come on out ye British Huns come on out without your guns
Show us how you won your medals up in Derry
When you murdered thirteen men and you'd do the same again
Get on out of here and take your English Border"
"You can tell the RUC those Brit bastards from Drumcree
You'll never march down Garvaghy road
If you want to make a fight we will stand up for our rights
You can take your fucking march and give us peace"
"
All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die
And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
I salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fall"
It is a sad fucking day when the organisation which fought to create our Republic is condemned by the bastards as a terrorist group. Traitors are those in the TwentySix, heroes are all who continue to fight. Heroes are those three men in Donegal. Desmond Donnelly, Gerard McGarrigle and Jim Murphy. None in their prime, yet braver than the fuckers who have sold out the past, 800 years of defiance, only to ignore the last hurdle. God bless you three brave men, you are not alone, there are thousands beside you, and the spirits of millions behind you.