Irish Song Lyrics 
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Informer, The Gerry Breslin 
In a bar room near the border, Down a staircase dark and dim, Gathered soldiers from the front line, There to rest and settle in, They had travelled over the mountains Through the mashes, in the mud, Weak and weary of their battles, Stretching days without their grub. 
Men of gallant defiance bearing Witness to their dead, Men of vengeful resistence Wearing rifles full of lead, How to use them no man questioned, For their tally was unique, But amongst them an informer, Slipped unnoticed to the street. 
To the barracks full of soldiers, Fast he ran without delay, Where he told them of his comrades, They were helpless now to slay, Thirty pieces was his making As that Judas broke his oath, And what happened shortly after That etched a mark upon his soul. 
Now the Brits they stalked our hideout, All of fifteen hundred guns, On a hillside way above them Lay a squad of Ireland´s sons, Have no mercy was the order As we slaughtered Satan´s men, And we chased the few remaining To the bottom of the glen. 
Now Gilmour was drinking, Having laughs with all the girls, He was promising them jewellery, As grand as all the earls, Lying drunk along the table, They stole the silver from his coat, Knowing Gilmour sold his comrades, They upped a knife and slit his throat. 
Men of gallant defiance bearing Witness to their dead, Men of vengeful resistence Wearing rifles full of lead, How to use them no man questioned, For their tally was unique, And that night a dead informer, Slipped unnoticed to the street.