Letras
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
Curdled up like Lord Oliver Crumble
At the butt of the magazine wall
The magazine wall, hump, helmet and all
He was at one time our king of the castle
Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip
And from Green Street he'll be sent by order of his worship
To the penal jail of Mountjoy
To the jail of Mountjoy, jail him with joy
He was forefather of all things for to bother us
Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace
Mare's milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week
Open air love and religious reform
Religious reform, so hideous and foreign
At a whishe, you couldn't even manage it
I'll go bail me fine dairyman darling
Like the bump and bull of the Cassidys
All his butter's in his hoardings
His butter's in his hoardings, butter's in his hoardings
Sweet bad luck to the waves washed to our island
The hook of the hammer-fist Viking
And Gaul's curse on the day that a Blana Bae
Saw his black and tan man o' war
Saw his black and tan man o' war in the harbour bar
He was jolted by Wellington's monument
Out of the tortious hip of Hippopotamus
When some bugger let down the back strap of the omnibus
And he caught his death of fusiliers
With his rent in his rears, give him six years
Oh, we'll have a Free Trade Gaels' band and mass meeting
For to sod that brave son of Scandinavery
And we'll bury him down in Oxman's town
Along with the divil and Danes
The deaf and dumb Danes and all their remains
Now all the king's men, not his horses
Could never resurrect his corpses
For there's no true spell in Connachtra hell
That's able to raise a Cain