As the moon shone down along the old Rhine valley
Two sham chuckles from the falls were on the gin
In de authentic
Irish pub down Gooter Strasse
They fought about whose turn it was to get them in
Bridie from the Bogside got abusive
As
her dander with the Schnapps began to rise
She tore into two Free Staters out from Galway
Where were you on Bloody
Sunday Bridle cried
So stall the digger sham, tell Einstein to go easy
on the water
I'm outa here as soon as I can raise the fare
Trying to keep the best side out on German porter
Waiting for the dust to settle over there
In Ludwigsberg Dieter flipped out on the cocaine
As Grdinne gave him hardstick down the hall
She battered
his machismo something brutal
Till Dieter roared in German Fuck yin all
Pascal from Ardoyne was fantasising
And
humming Irish ways and Irish Laws
Until Dieter struck the out on Pascal's dentures
Another poor auld martyr for the
cause
The Dubliners were playing in The Stadthalle
One cold November night in East Berlin
When Rejoin was introduced
to
Wolfgang Straightaway she took an awful shine to him
She got romantic when John Sheehan played the Coolin
She
got frisky when Ronnie went to sing
But when Barney struck up the mason apron
Reisin knew she would commit a mortal
sin
