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The Man From the Daily Mail Lyrics

Oh, Ireland is a very funny place, sir, it's a strange and troubled land
Oh, the Irish are a very funny race, sir, every girl's in c**ann Na mBan
Every doggy has a tri-colored ribbon tied firmly to it's tail
And I wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising said the man from the Daily Mail
Every bird, upon my word is singing treble, "I'm a rebel."
Every hen and jay, they're laying hand grenades over there sir, I declare sir.
And every c*** in the farmyard stock is crowing for the Gael.
And I wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising said the man from the Daily Mail

Oh, the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir, and I spied in an old boreen
Such a bunch of Fenians there, sir, dressed in orange, white, and green
They were marching to the German goosestep and whistling "Granuaile"
Oh, I'm shaking in me shoes as I'm sending out the news said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird, upon my word is singing treble, "I'm a rebel."
Every hen and jay, they're laying hand grenades over there sir, I declare sir.
And every c*** in the farmyard stock is crowing for the Gael.
And I wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising said the man from the Daily Mail
Oh, the country is seething with sedition. It's Sinn Fein through and through
All the people they are joining the the Provisionals and the password's "Sinn Fein", too.
The I.R.A. has sent me a time bomb in the mail
So b'Jesus and begorrah, I'll be getting out tomorrow said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird, upon my word is singing treble, "I'm a rebel."
Every hen and jay, they're laying hand grenades over there sir, I declare sir.
And every c*** in the farmyard stock is crowing for the Gael.
And I wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising said the man from the Daily Mail
Oh, Ireland is a very funny place, sir, it's a strange and troubled land
Oh, the Irish are a very funny race, sir, every girl's in c**ann Na mBan
Every doggy has a tri-colored ribbon tied firmly to it's tail
And I wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird, upon my word is singing treble, "I'm a rebel."
Every hen and jay, they're laying hand grenades over there sir, I declare sir.
And every c*** in the farmyard stock is crowing for the Gael.
And I wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising said the man from the Daily Mail
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