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  • Drunken Lullabies
  • If I Ever Leave This World Alive
  • What's Left of the Flag
  • Devil's Dance Floor
  • Swagger
  • Salty Dog
  • Rebels of the Sacred Heart
  • The Kilburn High Road
  • Selfish Man
  • May the Living Be Dead (In Our Wake)
  • The Worst Day Since Yesterday
  • Black Friday Rule
  • Cruel Mistress
  • Death Valley Queen
  • Another Bag of Bricks
  • Seven Deadly Sins
  • Float
  • The Likes of You Again
  • Requiem for a Dying Song
  • Every Dog Has Its Day
  • Life in a Tenement Square
  • Screaming at the Wailing Wall
  • These Exiled Years
  • Far Away Boys
  • Within a Mile of Home
  • The Wrong Company
  • Grace of God Go I
  • The Rare Ould Times
  • The Ol' Beggars Bush
  • The Son Never Shines (On Closed Doors)
  • Tomorrow Comes a Day Too Soon
  • Laura
  • Sentimental Johnny
  • Between a Man and a Woman
  • Tobacco Island
  • You Won't Make a Fool Out of Me
  • With a Wonder and a Wild Desire
  • The Spoken Wheel
  • Factory Girls
  • Man With No Country
  • Queen Anne's Revenge
  • Punch Drunk Grinning Soul
  • To Youth (My Sweet Roisin Dubh)
  • Us of Lesser Gods
  • The Seven Deadly Sins
  • Whistles the Wind
  • The Story So Far
  • From the Back of a Broken Dream
  • Don't Let Me Die Still Wondering
  • (No More) Paddy's Lament

Write down
This is all
It's a song which is a
A part of Irish history at its ugliest
Like many many years ago when a
A certain man called Oliver Cromwell
Shipped a...
Shipped hundreds of thousand of people from Ireland
To Barbados
This is where those beautiful people
It's a thing we call Tobacco

All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
The sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure
They dragged us from our homeland with the musket and their gun
Cromwell and his roundheads battered all we knew
Shackled hopes of freedom, we're naught but stolen goods

Dark is the horizon
Blackened from the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong

All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
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