A Song Of The Loyal Irish
Boys, O Boys! Listen here to me,
WeŽre going to live in a State thatŽs Free,
Good English citizens all weŽll be;
And friends of the Princess Royal;
If we only flop on our hands and knees
And swear by George of the lands and seas
To wipe the green from the Irish trees
And for evermore be loyal.
WeŽll welcome George with a slavish smile
WeŽll greet him in real colonial style,
Back out of his presence half a mile,
Like English Whigs and Tories;
WeŽll damn the deeds of the true and brave
Who are sleeping in many an Irish grave
Bow down like beggars and humbly crave
For a share in EnglandŽs glories.
WeŽll curse the name of the rebel Tone,
And of every rebel our land has known
And all who hated the English throne,
And fought for the Irish Nation,
WeŽve torn up every oath and vow,
WeŽre part of the civilised Empire now,
And the annals of England will teach us how
To make sure of our soulŽs salvation!
All hail the glorious Union Jack!
(Though steeped in the blood of the white and the black)
WeŽll paste it to IrelandŽs bended back
To prove to the world sheŽs loyal;
WeŽll stifle her voice, weŽll drown her cries,
WeŽll blacken her face with loyal lies,
Throw royal dust in her angry eyes
And hooray for George the Royal!