A Song Of The Loyal Irish
Boys, O Boys! Listen here to me,
WeÂ´re going to live in a State thatÂ´s Free,
Good English citizens all weÂ´ll be;
And friends of the Princess Royal;
If we only flop on our hands and knees
And swear by George of the lands and seas
To wipe the green from the Irish trees
And for evermore be loyal.
WeÂ´ll welcome George with a slavish smile
WeÂ´ll greet him in real colonial style,
Back out of his presence half a mile,
Like English Whigs and Tories;
WeÂ´ll damn the deeds of the true and brave
Who are sleeping in many an Irish grave
Bow down like beggars and humbly crave
For a share in EnglandÂ´s glories.
WeÂ´ll curse the name of the rebel Tone,
And of every rebel our land has known
And all who hated the English throne,
And fought for the Irish Nation,
WeÂ´ve torn up every oath and vow,
WeÂ´re part of the civilised Empire now,
And the annals of England will teach us how
To make sure of our soulÂ´s salvation!
All hail the glorious Union Jack!
(Though steeped in the blood of the white and the black)
WeÂ´ll paste it to IrelandÂ´s bended back
To prove to the world sheÂ´s loyal;
WeÂ´ll stifle her voice, weÂ´ll drown her cries,
WeÂ´ll blacken her face with loyal lies,
Throw royal dust in her angry eyes
And hooray for George the Royal!
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