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The (G)Clíona, the Meabh and the
(D)Mucha
The (G)pride of the Irish na(C)vy
When the (G)Captain he blows on his
(D)whistle
All the sailors go home for their
(G)tea
While the (G)army is off in the (D)Kongo
In (G)Cyprus or some foreign (C)parts
Our (G)navy is strained to the (D)limits
Deploying its nautical (G)acts
One day from the Russian in(D)vader
De(G)fending our very odd (C)fish
We (G)found it was just the red (D)herring
From the signals we got from the (G)cis'
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Each (G)year they go on man(D)oeuvres
To pre(G)pare for defence they are (C)keen
Some(G)times it's the Lakes of Kill(D)arney
More often the pond in the (G)Green
The canal it could be of as(D)sistance
In de(G)fending our own holy (C)ground
But (G)due to proposed legis(D)lation
We'll have to sail all the way (G)round
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We (G)are a seafaring (D)nation
De(G)fence of our land is a (C)right
We'd (G)fight like the devil all (D)morning
Provided we're home by the (G)night
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