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From East to West, from North to South, They tried to hunt the column out But the tans were forced to go without The boys of Barry's Column In armoured cars they came to stay, And wipe the Irish cowards away But oh, the lovely holiday Was stopped by Barry's Column (chorus) Oh but isn't great to see The Tommies and the R.I.C The black and tans and the Staters flee Away from Barry's Column By, George might have some wiley tricks And have the volunteers to fix Yet all his black and tans go sick When they think of Barry's Column His ships all come in red and black, No tanks or war equipment lack Yet o'er the sea, they'll ne'er get back If caught by Barry's Column [Chorus repeat] Along the lonely road they wind Armed in front, and armed behind "We're sorry, but that bridge is mine" Said the lads of Barry's Column They stopped to rest just for a spell Some hand-grenades upon them fell "Here sort them out among yourselves" Said the lads from Barry's Column [Chorus repeat]
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