Medley - The Man From The Daily Mail, Men Behind The Wire, Rock On Rockall

Well, 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 girl's in Cumann na mBan
Every doggy has a tri-colored ribbon
Tied firmly to his 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 "Yo-ho
I'm a Provo!" every hen in jail is laying
Hand grenades over there, sir
I do declare, sir
And every cock in the farmyard stock
Is singing "Triumph to Sinn Féin!"
"And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another
Rising" said the man from the Daily Mail

The whole place is seething with sedition
It's Sinn Féin through and through
All the boys are joining local unit's
And the password's Sinn Féin too
"Well the IRA just sent me a
Time bomb in the mail!
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 "Yo-ho
I'm a Provo!" every hen in jail is laying
Hand grenades over there, sir
I do declare, sir
And every cock in the farmyard stock
Is singing "Triumph to Sinn Féin!"
"And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another
Rising" said the man from the Daily Mail

Armoured cars and tanks and guns
Came to take away our sons
Every man will stand behind
The men behind the wire!

Through the little streets of Belfast
In the dark of early morn'
British soldiers came marauding
Wrecking little homes with scorn
Heal the sob's of crying children
Dragging fathers from their bed's
Sons while helpless mothers watch the
Blood pour from their head

Armoured cars and tanks and guns
Came to take away our sons
Every man will stand behind
The men behind the wire!

Proudly stand behind our banners
Firmly stand behind our men
We will have them free to help us
Build a nation once again
All the people step together
Proudly, firmly on your way
Never fear and never faulture 'till the
Boys come home to stay

Armoured cars and tanks and guns
Came to take away our sons
But every man will stand behind
The men behind the wire!

Oh, the empire, it is finished
No foreign lands to seize
Now the greedy hands of England
Are reaching towards the sea
200 miles from Donegal
There's a place they call Rockall
And the greedy hands of Whitehall
Are reaching for it's walls

So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall
To Britain's greedy hands
Sure you'll meet the same resistance
As you did with Bobby Sands
May the seagulls rise and block your eyes
And the water crush your shell
And the natural gas will burn your ass
And blow you all to hell!

Well the seas will not be silent
While Britannia rules the waves
But remember that the Irish
Will no longer be your slaves
Ah, remember this Britannia well
Sure, you rule the waves no more
So keep your hands off rockall
It's Irish to the core!

So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall
To Britain's greedy hands
Sure you'll meet the same resistance
As you did with Bobby Sands
May the seagulls rise and block your eyes
And the water crush your shell
And the natural gas will burn your ass
And blow you all to hell!

So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall
To Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same resistance
As you did with Bobby Sands
May the seagulls rise and block your eyes
And the water crush your shell
And the natural gas will burn your ass
And blow you all to hell!

So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall
Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall
Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall
Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall
Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall
Rock on Rockall