There's a man up in Ulster you all know him well,
For Catholics and Republicans he'd chase in hell,
His name's Ian Paisley and that is the man,
That the Catholics and Republicans just couldn't give a damn.
You're the best friend we've had since the old IRA.
Well now Ian went home and at his wife he did stare,
For to see Austin Curry and Gerry Fitt there,
Sure Ian the critter his head went astray,
When his wife said I've had curry, I could feel fit all day.
Well now Ian went home very late one night,
And the sight he saw there it gave him a fright,
He looked under his wife's bedclothes for he was so bold,
And the knickers she wore they were green, white and gold.
"Ach now Ian, now Ian, now don't be alarmed,"
"For it's only a tricolour it'll do thee no harm,"
"I only wanted a wee bit with you,"
"Sure you wouldn't take them down if they were red, white and
Well Ian he died and to Heaven did go,
"Ah, where did you come from?" Saint Peter wanted to know,
"Sure I'm from loyal Ulster!", he said with a sneer,
Said Peter, "I'm from the Bogside, you won't get in here!"