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Wolfe Tones – Up The Border lyrics
Oh, then Basil Brugha's me name, with me orange sash I came
For to beat me drum on the twelfth day of july
And the English queen and crown I'll never let them down
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
Now beyond in USA you'll no longer hear them say
For president no papish need apply
For in Belafst there is no hope for a man they call the Pope
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
Though were're born in Ireland we must try to understand
That we all like to be English when we die
Even heaven would be dull i fit hadn't got John Bull
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
‚Oh, then Basil be a dear,' said the wife to me one year
‚To paper up the kitchen you must try.'
So I got some sticky glue, put up red, white and blue
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
Now I have some empty bags and I'll fill them up with fags
I'll buy them down in Dublin on the sly
And the customs men I'll hook, for me name is Basil Brugha
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
If Sinn Fein give me their spell sure Belfast can go to hell
And the border will be blown up to the sky
For to beat me drum on the twelfth day of july
And the English queen and crown I'll never let them down
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
Now beyond in USA you'll no longer hear them say
For president no papish need apply
For in Belafst there is no hope for a man they call the Pope
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
Though were're born in Ireland we must try to understand
That we all like to be English when we die
Even heaven would be dull i fit hadn't got John Bull
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
‚Oh, then Basil be a dear,' said the wife to me one year
‚To paper up the kitchen you must try.'
So I got some sticky glue, put up red, white and blue
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
Now I have some empty bags and I'll fill them up with fags
I'll buy them down in Dublin on the sly
And the customs men I'll hook, for me name is Basil Brugha
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry
If Sinn Fein give me their spell sure Belfast can go to hell
And the border will be blown up to the sky
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