Up the Rebels!

Great Post article on how European federal powerlusters twice tried by wile, guile, and sophistry to shove their politically correct slave "constitution" down their disarmed victims' throats — and how one small, heroic country (Ireland) told them to shove it.

We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run
We are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin.

Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garry Owen in glory.

Our hearts so stout have got us fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came
Where'er we go they fear the name
Of Garry Owen in glory.