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Man from the daily mail

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 mBan
Every doggie got a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Oh, every bird upon my word
Singing 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 singing triumph to Sinn Fein
And it 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 Claire, sir
I spied an old 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 Grann na bheal
And every time I show up
They would shoot me as a yeoman
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Oh, every bird upon my word
Singing 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 singing triumph to Sinn Fein
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Oh, the whole place is seething with sedition
It's Sinn Fein through and through
All the boys are joining local units
And the password's Sinn Fein too
Well The IRA just sent me
A time-bomb in the mail
And I'm shaking in me shoes
As I'm sending out the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Oh, every bird upon my word
Singing Yo Ho — Im 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 singing triumph to Sinn Fein
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

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