Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen James Smith
Songwriter
John Reynolds
Songwriter
Lyrics
This is the community
That is Irish and English
Which can be hard to distinguish
Just don't call me British
This is the community
Where our Gaels tipped the scales
For years on these shores
As countless scores invaded somewhat
For to settle scores
And for what
For to take the shilling
For to send it home over the foam
This the community
With a shared ancestry
Admission for some is blasphemy
Time we embraced our mixed tapestry
This is the community
That has sinned but is not simian-like
We'd Punch the head off of Aesop
If he sold those Pears Soap lies
We're made for the banter
At the heart of the matter
Have a black humour and history
Thanks to Lorraine Maher
No blacks no dogs
This community slept in digs
While it dug tunnels through the London clay
Where you'd recall
"Hares running free on the Wicklow mountains
Wild geese flying and foxes at play"
This is the community whose navvies were away
Building up and tearing England down
For half a crown
While it frowns on The Queen
I mean she shook Martin's hand
After Mountbatten
While bombs flattened
Stations, homes and horses
This is the community
Shouting at racecourses
While reinforcing stereotypes
By trading on the notion and squeezing the pipes
This is the community
Green, white and orange
Which tries to arrange
After Hour sessions in
Archway, County Kilburn
Cricklewood and Camden Town
This is the community
That hit rock bottom in Soho
Copped a feel where nobody would know
Felt a community and left the closet
This is the community impacted by Brexit
Where boarders and broader issues are at stake
This is the community that's been asked to retake
Nice Referendums "ah ya will, go on, go on, go on..."
This is the community that hears
Shane MacGowan singin' that song Dirty Old Town
And dreams of Salford and Tipperary
Simultaneously
This the community
That can't go without Barry's or Lyons
Go'way with your PG Tips
And don't get us started on the crisps
And don't make me say potato either
After Trevelyan being a tea-leafer
Alright Guv'nor
This is the community
That's on the dog and bone
To the auld China back home
This is the community
Whose women travelled alone
Gave fake addresses
Acquiesced until recently
This is the community
Is more than a Riverdance
Has a commonwealth
While stealth F-35s
Keep some empire alive
This is the community
That's taking stock in the Citi
Investing in future relationships
This community says
Loose lips sinks ships
As the HMS Belfast
Mours on the Thames
This community forgets the TH
As unknown names join the diaspora
The disappeared
This community has been feared
We've been to hell
So we sang Danny Boy
And prayed for those in Grenfell
As the time ticks on Big Ben
We look to the future with hope
With an understanding of heritage
Embracing cultural inheritance
This is the community
Trying to heal
Speak the cúpla focal
Share the Meitheal
We've given more
Than we've taken
And we're more than:
Plastic Paddies, Crying Games
Gypsy Weddings, coffin ships and Murphy's Law
We've scored in the Premiership
Got a Grand Slam in Twickenham
This community doesn't want
An MBE, CBE, OBE
Or knighthood
We just want to live and love
On this land with you
We just want to recognise
That others the world over do too
As some build walls
We hope for bridges
And cheap Ryanair flights
As some go missing even under bright lights
"And oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
And oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon"
Writer(s): Stephen Smith
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