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LL Cool J - "I'm gonna knock you out"!

Which ones, "The queen of the land," or perhaps "The wearing of the green."

No, I remember hearing "Come out Ye Black and Tans"....

Notes: written by Dominic Behan, brother of the famous Irish playwright Brendan Behan. This song is reputedly an account of their father taunting loyalist neighbors after a night of drinking during the Irish war of independence (1919-21).

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

chorus:
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals fown in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus.

Do you really want to hurt me- Culture club

johnswan1 wrote:No, I remember hearing "Come out Ye Black and Tans"....

Notes: written by Dominic Behan, brother of the famous Irish playwright Brendan Behan. This song is reputedly an account of their father taunting loyalist neighbors after a night of drinking during the Irish war of independence (1919-21).

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

chorus:
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals fown in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus.

Christ, nearly 100 years on, and still it hasn't been sorted out. Rev Paisley refused the offer to sit in the house....it's going to go on for a long while yet.

johnswan1 wrote:No, I remember hearing "Come out Ye Black and Tans"....

Notes: written by Dominic Behan, brother of the famous Irish playwright Brendan Behan. This song is reputedly an account of their father taunting loyalist neighbors after a night of drinking during the Irish war of independence (1919-21).

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

chorus:
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals fown in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus.

My dad used to play that one for me as a young lad, along with plenty of other rebel songs by the Wolfe Tones and the like.

Thats a cracking sing along one!

jimbob wrote:Bob the builder.

It will just incourage my opponent to beat me harder, and thus making the whole experience that much shorter!

Eubank had the best entrances tho. "Simply the best!!!"

Remember when 'The Dancing Destroyer' Herbie Hide used to come down to that Chesney Hawkes anthem 'The One and Only'??! what was he thinking?..

how about "shakin' all over" by gene vincent

TerribleTerry wrote:

johnswan1 wrote:No, I remember hearing "Come out Ye Black and Tans"....

Notes: written by Dominic Behan, brother of the famous Irish playwright Brendan Behan. This song is reputedly an account of their father taunting loyalist neighbors after a night of drinking during the Irish war of independence (1919-21).

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

chorus:
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals fown in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus.

My dad used to play that one for me as a young lad, along with plenty of other rebel songs by the Wolfe Tones and the like.

Thats a cracking sing along one!

Kevin Barry's a good one too.

Terence wrote: Funniest thing about southern Ireland is that they all hate one another. I visit Kilkenny once a year and the Kilkenny-Dubbers hatred is excellent. You can spot the Dubbers a mile off, they are usually drunk and causing mither or spoiling "for a row" as they say. One night as they played that daft souped-up version of the Irish anthem some Dubb fat bird and her skinny bloke started giving me loads for standing up for the anthem and calling me a tan until a few of the locals told her they rather be a Brit than a Dubber. It was class. Especially when I bumped into the pair of them at the chippy and they started calling me a "right bollock" and got thrown out of there as well! Excellent stuff.

That dance remix of the anthemis awful though.

The jackeens come in for stick all over Ireland - anywhere outside of Dublin really.

Spose its like Cockneys getting grief in england for being 'flash southerns' etc.

John Fewkes uses Madness' 'One Step Beyond' and it always gets people fired up.

I liked Danny Williams' recent use of 'Ring the Alarm' by Tenor Saw which is hard to the core.

Personally, I would use the music from the Channel 4 series 'Countdown' - not the theme as such, but the music when people are working their words/sums out.

I'd loop the first ten seconds continually and walk to the ring dressed in a Richard Whiteley wig, unfashionable glasses, coloured shirt with white collar and fat, tasteless tie, accompanied by a Carol Vorderman lookalike holding a board showing a picture of a prostrate opponent and figures going from 1-10 over him (symbolising the soon to come KO).

Then, when I entered the ring, I'd do an elaborate mix of Hopkins' Executioner throat slash/Aaron Pryor extended fist of doom combo which would perfectly synchronise with the whip playing the end of the music signifying my opponent had indeed run out of time.

Do I win a prize?

Terence wrote:Yeah, mostly tongue in cheek really, that couple were a fright though. In Kilkenny it stems from the ones who come for Stag and Hen nights but they mostly stick to the Kilford Arms.

One of the best nights out I had in Ireland was with a bunch of Dubbers and some geezer form Northern Ireland who was absolutely off his tits.

I've never heard anybody call them Dubbers, and I am from Dublin myself. As for everybody hating each other, that's not true at all. All you need to do is go to a Gaelic football match and you'll see that yourself. There is no segregation of fans & Dublin is overrun with boggers anyway, who never get any serious hassle because of where they are from. It's all light hearted. And Jackeen is just a word used by boggers anyway.

"Boggers"

Backto the entrance music, one for the nu-metallers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOyJvUQh ... ot%20pulse

seems to get the fans going anyway

maxx wrote:Has anybody heard Michael Hunter's entrance music,
I dont know what it's called but when the crowd start singing along it's like butlins holiday camp or something

Its called "Piranha" by Tom Harks