is an innocent scapegoat, charged 16 years later, for the Omagh False Flag Operation, which was designed byBritish Secret Services, to consolidate the Irish Peace Process and discredit any Irish resistance, to British Rule in Ireland. The prosecution of the innocent Seamus Daly, is meant to end growing calls, for and Inquiry about MI5 activities, and an Official Inquiry on what really happened around the Omagh bombing.
Scapegoating Seamus Daly, is designed, to both protect British agents, the real perpetrators and to intimidate the Irish community, into submission. Irish Blog calls activists on the ground in Occupied Ireland, to organize, International Justice Observers, from the UN, the European Court of Human Rights and other acredited bodies of International Justice to monitor the Diplock trial of Seamus Daly, and to campaign at home and abroad for Justice, in the case of Seamus Daly, the Craigavon Two and the many other cases, where perverting the course of justice, has resulted in many Irish Political Prisoners, currently incarcerated for long sentences, if not the rest of their lives. We also call for a total boycott of any politician, in the next election, who refuses to publicly support this Campaign for Justice.
Croppies Lie Down
We soldiers of Erin, so proud of the name We'll raise upon rebels and Frenchman our fame We'll fight to the last in the honest old cause And guard our religion, our freedom and laws We'll fight for our country, our King and his crown And make all the traitors and croppies lie down Down, down, croppies lie down The rebels so bold, when they've none to oppose To houses and haystacks are terrible foes They murder poor parsons and also their wives But soldiers at once make them run for their lives And whenever we march, through country to town In ditches or cellars the croppies lie down Down, down, croppies lie down In Dublin the traitors were ready to rise And murder was seen in their lowering eyes With poison, the cowards, they aimed to succeed And thousands were doomed by the assassins to bleed But the yeoman advanced, of rebels the dread And each croppy soon hid his dastardly head Down, down, croppies lie down Oh, croppies ye'd better be quiet and still Ye shan't have your liberty, do what ye will As long as salt water is formed in the deep A foot on the necks of the croppy we'll keep And drink, as in bumpers past troubles we drown, A health to the lads that made croppies lie down Down, down, croppies lie down