How Militant Irish Republican Slogans went Viral
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Something peculiar happened in Ireland during the two decades following the Good Friday Agreement. In the absence of conflict, slogans, songs and iconography associated with militant Irish Republicanism have become detached from their original meaning. Once explicit expressions of support for the IRA, phrases like “Up the RA”, “Tiocfaidh ár lá” (Irish for “our day will come”) and “Brits out” have been appropriated by young people, the majority of whom came of age after The Troubles. References to the legacy of Republicanism have become suffused with irony, meme-fodder for Irish Twitter, Leftbook and Ireland Simpsons Fans (ISF), a Facebook group with around 80,000 members that has gradually become a significant player in Irish political commentary.
The descent of Irish Republican slogans into absurdity is rooted in a folklore that romanticised the IRA as exemplars of a hyper-masculine heroism to which young, disenfranchised Irish men could aspire, post-peace process.
Up the Ra - Rubberbandits
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Monty?
Yeah?
It’s like this now
I want you to go up the North next Saturday night
And I want you to take to of your best mates with you
Car and all now is on the dock waiting for you
There’s three guns in the boot of the car
And I want no messing
And I want you to blow away two Paratroopers
Yeah, we’re gonna give you a lesson now in Irish history
For over three hundred years
The British Army have oppressed the Irish people
It all started with the Great Potato Famine of 1916
When the British took all of our food
And when we were took weak and too starving to fight
They stole the seven counties in Ulster
So Éamon de Valera rode to London on the back of a horse
To punch the Queen into the jaw
As a symbol
She locked him in jail for a hundred years
And he smeared his own shit on the wall and starved to death
Ooh, aah! Up the Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Paul McGrath, take off your bra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Cantona, you’re a spa!
Fast forward to 1974, when Sean South From Garryowen starved a dog out his back garden for seventeen years
Him and that dog sailed over to England on a ship made out of coffins
He trained the dog to make shit of the Queen
And to punch her into the jaw
As a symbol
But he was caught in the car park of Buckingham Palace
And jailed for a hundred years
But he smeared his own shit on the wall, and he starved to death
Like so many before him
Ooh, aah! Up the Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Paul McGrath, take off your bra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Cantona, you’re a spa!
And so
Paddy Irishman went over to London to box the Queen into the mouth
He had a load of condoms filled with petrol
And a sword made out of hash
That he sellotaped to the steering wheel of his mother’s face
He met the Queen in the car park of Buckingham Palace
And he cleverly locked her into the boot of an Opel Corsa
In that boot
She smeared the walls with shit
And the Queen starved to death
And that’s how the Irish Republic was wan!
(break it down)
Ooh, aah! Up the Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Paul McGrath, take off your bra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Cantona, you’re a spa!
Be proud to be Irish
Don’t ever let no-one tell not to be proud to be Irish
The British Mon-arky insists… wants to keep us not knowing about our fucking heritage. But it’s all over the place
They celebrate fucking St. Patrick’s Day in Maaalta, like, you know what I mean?
If the Queen ever came to this country
I’d chase her around a field with dog shit on the end of a golf club
I swear to God
And to all the patriots who have died before in the Irish wars?
I know you’re up in heaven smoking a joint with 2Pac and Bob Marley
Chalk it down! Yah!
Ooh, aah! Up the Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Paul McGrath, take off your bra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Cantona, you’re a spa!
Yeah, kicking it straight, 2008, Limerick G-Funk style!
Lash this one out, now, caaaaar?
Smoking a joint, have you got any pins spots now, boys, have ya?
Yah, you know what I’m talking about!
Now, we’re gonna list out some of the boys that are in the IRA
You ready for this shit?
Marty Whelan! HE’S IN THE RA!
Colin Farrell! HE’S IN THE RA!
George Lucas! HE’S IN THE RA!
Tony Cascarino! HE’S IN THE RA!
Mick Jagger! HE’S IN THE RA!
Robert De Niro! HE’S IN THE RA!
Quentin Tarantino! HE’S IN THE RA!
Terry Phelan! HE’S IN THE RA!
Dr. Dre! HE’S IN THE RA!
Your man in the Da Vinci Code! HE’S IN THE RA!
Winona Ryder! HE’S IN THE RA!
Kofi Annan! HE’S IN THE RA!
Michelle Pfeiffer! HE’S IN THE RA!
The Rubberbandits! WE’RE IN THE RA!
The Rubberbandits! WE’RE IN THE RA!
The Rubberbandits! WE’RE IN THE RA!
The Rubberbandits! WE’RE IN THE RA!
The Rubberbandits! WE’RE IN THE RA!
The Rubberbandits! WE’RE IN THE RA!
The Rubberbandits! WE’RE IN THE RA!
The Rubberbandits are in the IRA
I’m telling you now, we are in the IRA, we are the IRA, you know what I mean, yeah?
Do you know the IRA like? That’s us!
We’re in the Ra, don’t ever not forget it, like?
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