TheManFromTheDailyMail
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“Oh, Ireland is a very funny place, sir.
It’s a strange and a troubled land.
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir.
Every woman’s in Cumann na mBean.
Every doggy’s got a tri-colored ribbon,
Tied firmly to his tail,
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’,
If there’d be another risin’,”
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
“Oh, every bird,
Upon my word’s,
Singin’, ‘Yo Ho!
I’m a provo!’
Every hen in jail,
Is laying hand grenades,
Over there, sir,
I do declare, sir.
And every old cock,
In the farmyard stock’s,
Singing triumph to Sinn Féin,
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’,
If there’d be another risin’,”
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
“Oh the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir.
I spied an ol’ boreen.
Such a bunch of busy gooses there, sir,
Dressed in orange, white, and green.
They were marching to the German goose step,
And whistling Gráinne Mhaol,
And every time I’d show up,
They would shoot me as a yeoman,”
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
“Oh, every bird,
Upon my word’s,
Singin’, ‘Yo Ho!
I’m a provo!’
Every hen in jail,
Is laying hand grenades,
Over there, sir,
I do declare, sir.
And every old cock,
In the farmyard stock’s,
Singing triumph to Sinn Féin,
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’,
If there’d be another risin’,”
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
“Oh the whole place is seething with sedition.
It’s Sinn Féin through and through.
All the boys are joining local units.
And the password’s ‘Sinn Féin’ too.”
Well the IRA just sent me,
A time bomb in the mail,
And I’m shakin’ in me shoes,
As I’m typin’ up the news,”
Says the man from the Daily Mail.
“Oh, every bird,
Upon my word’s,
Singin’, ‘Yo Ho!
I’m a provo!’
Every hen in jail,
Is laying hand grenades,
Over there, sir,
I do declare, sir.
And every old cock,
In the farmyard stock’s,
Singing triumph to Sinn Féin,
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’,
If there’d be another risin’,”
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
“Oh, every bird,
Upon my word’s,
Singin’, ‘Yo Ho!
I’m a provo!’
Every hen in jail,
Is laying hand grenades,
Over there, sir,
I do declare, sir.
And every old cock,
In the farmyard stock’s,
Singing triumph to Sinn Féin,
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’,
If there’d be another risin’,”
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
“Oh, every bird,
Upon my word’s,
Singin’, ‘Yo Ho!
I’m a provo!’
Every hen in jail,
Is laying hand grenades,
Over there, sir,
I do declare, sir.
And every old cock,
In the farmyard stock’s,
Singing triumph to Sinn Féin,
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’,
If there’d be another risin’,”
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
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