Well you can [G] talk
and write and [C] boast about your [G] Fenains and your [D] clans.
And how the boys from
County Cork beat up the Black And [D7] Tans.
And [G] view a little
[C] codger who came [G] out without a [D] scar
His name was Paddy Mulligan,
the [D7] Man from Mullin[G]gar.
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The [G] peelers chased
him out of Conne[D]marra
For [G] beating up the
valiant Scian O’[D]Hara.
And [C] when he came
to [G] Ballymote he [Am] stole the parsons’ [G] car
And he gave it to the
bishop in the [D7] town of Mullin[G]gar.
Oh, seven hundred peelers
couldn’t [D] catch him!
The [G] king sent out
an order for to [D] lash him!
When [C] Paddy came
to [G] Dublin town he [C] stole an armoured [G] car
And he gave it to the
IRA Bri[D7]gade in Mullin[G]gar.
On Easter Monday morning
when the boys declared a sound
Paddy raised the flag
of war down in his native town.
First he went out to
make his peace with dear old Father Maher
He went out a blew the
barracks up and the man from Mullingar.
And when Ireland takes
her place among the nations of the world
A flag of orange, white
and green to the forewinds is unfurled.
You’ll read the
roll of honour and you’ll find with a marked scar –
The name of Sarsfield
Mulligan, the man from Mullingar!
