| As I was climbing inlo bed
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| At me poor Branny’s side
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| I looked out the window;
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| The Brits had arrived.
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| The house was surrounded;
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| They smashed the front door in.
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| They’ve come to take away
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| The lid of me Granny’s bin.
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| Well she opened up her window
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| And she clambend down the spout.
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| Soon her bin was rattling
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| To call the neighbours out.
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| She took out her whistle
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| And blew away like hell
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| And soon we heard an echo
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| As the neighbours blew as well.
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| cho: With a Scream. |
| Bang, Shout.
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| Rattle up a din.
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| Let the army know. |
| me Girls,
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| The Brits is comin' in.
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| Now rattle up your bin lid.
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| Beat the message out.
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| Get your head down.
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| Whistle. |
| Bang, Shout!
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| A Tommy came right upstairs
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| A rifle in his hand.
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| She kicked him with her button boots
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| As down the hall she ran.
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| Up came another one
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| His medal for to win
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| But all he got right on the gob
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| Was the lid of me Granny’s bin.
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| The music rose like thunder
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| As the bins and whistles played.
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| The enemy soon retreated.
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| They knew they’d overstayed.
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| It wasn’t made of silver,
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| It wasn’t made of tin.
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| But once again it saved us all
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| The lid of me Granny’s bin.
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| The English have the telly,
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| The radio and press;
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| To all communications
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| They’ve always had access.
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| But from Pettigo to Bellaghy
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| From the Bone to Castlefin,
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| The only way to spread the news
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| Is rattle your Granny’s bin. |