| In eleven sixty-seven, they came to Ireland on the make
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| They were followed by invasions and by conquests in their wake
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| The Kings and Queens of England made the land a battleground
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| They took the land by fraud, defeat; |
| by murder, poison, and deceit!
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| Murder, plunder fallaballa, clear the way
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| Cheating, stealing, diddly-idel-day
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| Ducking, diving, fallaballa, clear the way
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| Diddly-aidel-doh, diddly-aidel-day
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| Then by the fifteenth century they held precariously to the Pale
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| The invaders were more Irish than the Irish, that’s the tale
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| A fat greedy king (called Henry)'s dick was bigger than his brain
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| Imposed a reformation- confiscating usurpation!
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| You’ll never beat the Irish, no matter what you do
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| You can put us down and keep us out, but we’ll come back again
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| You know we are the fighting Irish and we’ll fight until the end
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| You know, you should have known: You’ll never beat the Irish
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| The virgin Queen, Elizabeth, brought more turmoil to our land
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| She decimated Munster, scorched the earth and all at hand
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| Then James the first and Charles the Mad brought out other greedy bands
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| They took the land of Ulster, killed their Chieftains- poisoned, plundered!
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| Murder, plunder fallaballa, clear the way
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| Cheating, stealing, diddly-idel-day
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| Ducking, diving, fallaballa, clear the way
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| Diddly-aidel-doh, diddly-aidel-day
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| -And by defective titles, they cheated Connaught and the west
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| Across the seventeenth century from war we had no rest
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| For the curse of Cromwell plagued the land, 'til our towns were red with blood
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| Then the Battle of the Boyne was fought by William, James and foreign hoards
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| You’ll never beat the Irish, no matter what you do
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| You can put us down and keep us out, but we’ll come back again
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| You know we are the fighting Irish and we’ll fight until the end
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| You know, you should have known: You’ll never beat the Irish |