For those who are using the mobile version of Odysee, and therefore can't access the pdf, here are the lyrics in plain text: “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.

For those who are using the mobile version of Odysee, and therefore can't access the pdf, here are the lyrics in plain text: The Tans drove out from Passage for to shoot Mac Curtain down. They thought Sinn Féin was dead and gone in Cork’s old rebel town. But they met a rude awak’nin’ and were seriously delayed, By the fightin’ first battalion of the Third West Cork Brigade! Glory, glory to old Ireland, Glory, glory to old Ireland, Glory, glory to the boys who fought and died, In the fightin’ first battalion of the Third West Cork Brigade. We had no fancy uniforms but plenty of guns to show. We fought them up and down the line wherever they did go. But we fought for our republic, and to hell with every state! “No surrender!” was the war-cry of the Third West Cork Brigade! Glory, glory to old Ireland, Glory, glory to old Ireland, Glory, glory to the boys who fought and died, In the fightin’ first battalion of the Third West Cork Brigade. The Tans drove out from Passage well equipped with British guns. Dey had big ones by da tousands; dey had small ones by da tons. But they met a rude awak’nin’ and were seriously delayed, By the fightin’ first battalion of the Third West Cork Brigade! Glory, glory to old Ireland, Glory, glory to old Ireland, Glory, glory to the boys who fought and died, In the fightin’ first battalion of the Third West Cork Brigade. Erin go Bragh!