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Oh [C] Ireland is a very funny place sir it’s a [F] strange old troubled [C] land
And the Irish are a very funny race sir every girls in the Cumann na [a] mBan
Every [C] doggy wears a tricolored ribbon tied [F] firmly to it’s [C] tail
And it [F] wouldn’t be surprising if there’d [C] be another rising
said the man from the [G] Daily [C] Mail

Now [C] every bird upon my word is singing [a] treble “I'm a rebel!”
Every [C] hen, it’s said, is laying hand grenades, over [G] there sir, I do declare sir
And [F] every cock in the [C] farmyard stock sings a [F]war cry of the [C] Gael
And it [F] wouldn’t be surprising if there’d [C] be another rising
said the man from the [G] Daily [C] Mail

The other day I travelled down to Clare sir and I spied in an old boreen
There were a bunch of Fenians gathered there sir dressed in orange, white and green
They were marching to the German goose-step and whistling Granne Wale
And I’m shaking in my shoes as I`m sending out the news
says the man from the Daily Mail

The whole country is seeded with sedition, it’s Sinn Fein through and through
All the people they are joining the Provisionals and the password is Sinn Fein too
The IRA sent me a time bomb in the mail
They sent it from the Curragh and they’re getting out tomorrow
said the man from the Daily Mail


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