Lyrics Man from the Daily Mail - The Irish Brigade

Man from the Daily Mail

Oh Ireland is a very funny place sir
Its a strange and troubled land
And the Irish are a very funny race sir
Every womans a Cumann na mBan
Every doggies got a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn’t be suprising
If there’d be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Oh every bird upon my word
Singing Yo Ho- Im A Provo!
Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, i do declare sir!
And every old cock in the farmyard
Stock singing triumph to Sinn Fein
And it wouldn’t be surpising
If there’d be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Oh the other day i travelled down from Claire sir
I spied an old boreen
Such a bunch of busy gooses there
Dressed in orange, white and green
They were marching to the German Goose step
And whistling Grann na bheal
And every time i showed up
They would shoot me as a yeoman
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Oh every bird upon my word
Singing Yo Ho- Im A Provo!
Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, i do declare sir!
And every old cock in the farmyard
Stock singing triumph to Sinn Fein
And it wouldn’t be surpising
If there’d be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Oh the whole place is seething with sedition
Its Sinn Fein through and through
All the boys are joining local units
And the passwords Sinn Fein too
Well The IRA just sent me
A timebomb in the mail
And im shaking in my shoes
As im typing up the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Oh every bird upon my word
Singing Yo Ho- Im A Provo!
Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, i do declare sir!
And every old cock in the farmyard
Stock singing triumph to Sinn Fein
And it wouldn’t be surpising
If there’d be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail