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[D]Leitrim is a very funny place, sir, a [G]strange and troubled [D]land.
All[D] the boys are in the IRA, sir,
all the [G]women in Cumann na [A]mBan.
Every [D]tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker, dis[G]played for all to [D]see.
Sure
it was no [G]wonder that the Gardaí made a [D]blunder,'
Says your man from[A] RT[D]E.
CHORUS:
'[D]Every bird, upon my word, is singing, "I'm a [Bm]rebel," sir up in Mohill sir,
Every [D]hen is
laying hand grenades, I do [A]declare, sir, in Droma[D]hair, sir.
Every [G]crock of a Leitrim [D]cock is [G]longing to
be[D] free.
Even [G]sheep are ad[D]visin' there'll [G]be another [A]rising'.
Says your man from[A] RT[D]E.
'Today Tonight went to Ballinamore, sir, they were briefed by the Gardaí.
On a video they showed to me the Provies
'ating curry and drinkin' tea.
They were all wearin' Russian balaclavas, each carried an RPG.
British scalps around
the tummy, pockets full of stolen money'.
Says your man from RTE.
Chorus:
Leitrim is seething with sedition, it's Sinn Fein through and through.
All the task force have joined the local
unit, the post office is the GHQ.
They've a racetrack underground for training Shergar, "no commint" they say to me.
Subversion
here is bubblin', oh please take me back to Dublin,
Says your man from RTE.
The Man From The Daily Mail Lyrics
Now Ireland's a very funny place, sir
It's a strange and a troubled land
And the Irish are a very funny
race, sir
Every girl's in the Cumann na mBan
Every doggie wears 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
Every bird upon my
word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And
every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another
rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Now the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir
I spied in an old boreen
A
bunch of busy gooses there, sir
Dressed in orange, white and green
They marched to the German goose step
As they
whistled Grann na bheal
and I'm shakin' 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 it's said is laying hand grenades
Over
there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If
there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Now the whole place is seething with sedition
It's
Sinn Fein through and through
All the peelers they are joining local units
And the password's Sinn Fein too
Every
doggie wears 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
Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying
hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And
it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
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