I was born in a Ponyville street, where the Royal drums did beat,
The loving armored hooves, they walked all over us,
And every single night, when me sis would come home tight,
She’d invite the neighbors out with this chorus:

Come out, ye Royal Guards,
Come out and fight me how you can!
Show your wife how you won medals against Sombra!
Tell her how those filthy Rebs,
Made you run like hen away,
From the sweet and lovely lanes of Appleloosa!

Come let us hear you tell, how you slandered great Darbell,
When you thought her well and and truly persecuted!
Where are the sneers and jeers, that you loudly let us hear,
When Reb leaders of the old were executed?

Come out, ye Royal Guards,
Come out and fight me how you can!
Show your wife how you won medals against Sombra!
Tell her how those filthy Rebs,
Made you run like hen away,
From the sweet and lovely lanes of Appleloosa!

Come tell us how you slew, them old Zebras two-by-two,
Like the Yaks, they had spears and bows and arrows!
How bravely you faced one, with your 16-pounder gun,
And you frightened them damn natives to the marrow!

Come out, ye Royal Guards,
Come out and fight me how you can!
Show your wife how you won medals against Sombra!
Tell her how those filthy Rebs,
Made you run like hen away,
From the sweet and lovely lanes of Appleloosa!

The time is coming fast, and i think the day is near,
When each Royal traitor, he will run before us!
And if there’ll be a need, well our foals will say, “Godspeed!”,
With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus:

Come out, ye Royal Guards,
Come out and fight me how you can!
Show your wife how you won medals against Sombra!
Tell her how those filthy Rebs,
Made you run like hen away,
From the sweet and lovely lanes of Appleloosa!

Come out, ye Royal Guards,
Come out and fight me how you can!
Show your wife how you won medals against Sombra!
Tell her how those filthy Rebs,
Made you run like hen away,
From the sweet and lovely lanes of Appleloosa!

@Background Pony #340B  
Off to somewhere north of Dublin in the green (in the green)

Up the ’ra

That’s was ‘My Little Armalite’

And it’s down Along the Falls Road, that’s where I long to be,  
Lying in the dark with a Provo company,  
A comrade on my left and another on my 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 me little Armalite.
 
And it’s down in The Bogside that’s where I long to be,  
Lying in the dark with a Provo company,  
A comrade on my left and another on my right  
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.
 
Sure a brave RUC man came marching up into our street  
Six hundred British soldiers he had lined up at his feet  
“Come out, ye cowardly Fenians”, said he, “come 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,  
A comrade on my left and another on my 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 New Lodge that’s where I long to be,  
Lying in the dark with a Provo company,  
A comrade on me left and another on me right  
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.
 
When Tuzo came to Belfast, he said, The battle’s won,[a]  
Said General Ford, We’re winning sir, we have them on the run.  
But corporals and privates on patrol at night,  
Said, Send for reinforcements, it’s the bloody Armalite.[b]
 
And it’s down in Crossmaglen, that’s where I long to be,  
Lying in the dark with a Provo company,  
A comrade on me left and another on me right  
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.

I drove my Saracen through your garden last night  
Sing up the RA  
I kicked your front door down around at midnight  
Sing up the RA  
Oh something’s telling me boy you’re avoiding me  
And when I find you, you will go for your tea
 
Oh I’ve got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots  
I’ve got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit  
And when we go on night patrol we hold each other’s hands  
We are the British army and we’re here to take your land
 
My good friend Bertie he’s in the UDR  
Who-ar, Who-ar  
Searching for weapons he will go near and far  
Who-ar, Who-ar  
Up around by Cappagh you’d never find him there  
Oh the only gun he’d get there is an Armalite in his ear
 
Oh I’ve got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots  
I’ve got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit  
And when we go on night patrol we hold each other’s hands  
We are the British army and we’re here to take your land
 
My good friend Trevor he’s in the RUC  
I see I see  
but now they’ve handed him his redundancy  
I see I see  
The folks along the border won’t be seeing him anymore  
That Provo sniper will be missing him for sure
 
Oh I’ve got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots  
I’ve got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit  
And when we go on night patrol we hold each other’s hands  
We are the British army and we’re here to take your land
 
My good friend Nigel he’s in the SAS  
Oh yes, Oh yes  
He said a change is just as good as arrest  
Oh yes, Oh yes  
But now they’ve gone and posted him way down to Crossmaglen  
He wishes to blazes he was back in jail again
 
Oh I’ve got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots  
I’ve got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit  
And when we go on night patrol we hold each other’s hands  
We are the British army and we’re here to take your land
 
My good friend Sammy he’s in the DUP  
I see I see  
An outstanding member as all the world can see  
I see I see  
I said I can go up to Donegal if you want to have some fun  
He said I’ll take a run there if I have nothing on
 
Oh I’ve got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots  
I’ve got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit  
And when we go on night patrol we hold each other’s hands  
We are the British army and we’re here to take your land
 
– Irish Brigade, “Kinky Boots”

Come out ye black and tans

2 counties for each to liberate.

P.s Background Pony#86CO is quite funny doing a joke of what English Thugs think about the Irish people,which makes me laugh,so thank you for taking the piss out of the English,one joke at a time.

@Background Pony #86C0  
p.s I think this bankground pony was trying to pretend to act like a English thug from London and I say it’s quite ridiculous on what Loyalists say about the UK or Great Britain and being British so they can Fuck off for all I care and can take their loyalty back to England and keep it out of Ireland
 
P.S UP THE IRA!!! & GOD BLESS IRELAND!!!  
P.S (IRA=IRISH REPUBLICAN ARMY)

I would have to agree the a United Ireland and I’m Irish so I really don’t care about of what the British say about Northern Ireland so the British Government can Fuck off!!!
 
P.S:GOD BLESS IRELAND!!!

Listen,you must be one of those Ireland for the Irish and Fuck the UK,well let me tell you this,there is more important happening than your so call free Ireland campaign

@Background Pony #86B3  
Listen here you,a loyalist paramilitary killed my grandad (Fucking U.D.A bastards),even if I want a united Ireland,there will still be those who believe in dividing Ireland through the ways of oppression and violence
 
P.S:U.D.A=Ulster Defence Association (Find out more on Wikipedia)

Oh shit,I made a few mistakes

Me (Irish):The Irish Peopl need to be united across my island (Ireland)

tiocfaidh ar la!!! UP THE RA!!

Слава героям IRA!

Come on out ye black n’ tans.

Looks like my flight to Houston just got diverted to Cuba. Great.

@Background Pony #2713  

 
Agreed. People outside of Northern Ireland may find this something to joke about, but when you have family who were affected by these fuckers it’s a bit of a shitty thing to do.

CMC PIRA! (Provisional Irish Republican Army) Tiocfaidh ár lá! (our day will come) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOJwHzLCD3U

Support IRA! Glory to Ireland! Glóir go hÉirinn!

Fuck off, this isn’t shit to joke about.

fight the occupation

CMC paramilitaries, yay! …Wait, what?