On the outskirts of Europe in the Atlantic so dear
There´s a country called
old Ireland that looks like a teddy bear
It´s an island that´s split in two - with a border in her head
Her face and
tail are all her own but her brains are foreign land.
So its here´s up the rebels get back our teddy´s head
face and tail are all her own but her brains are foreign land.
Her face is o'er in Donegal her brains are in Belfast
arms outstreched in Galway for the friends that do go past
Her hair is on the North Coast in Derry, Antrim, Down
sure this head would be better off without the bloody crown.
Her Back Bone´s on the East Coast from Dublin to Dundalk
legs and feet in Kerry they have shoes that never walked
Her backside´s from Cork to Wexford her heart is in the Midlands
facing towards America with our arses to England.
So listen proud Brittania to what I say to you
like it if your head was owned by someone quite untrue
And they planted foreign fleas to mix in with your breed
another year had passed you´d never know your creed.