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In I came to Dublin town, Riding one fine morning, I spied some Johnny Bullies And I started off a'cussing! Leave my home, Go on get out. Leave the whiskey, Leave the grub. Tell the king To go **** off And stay in his doe-hog hovel. O'er glens of An Cabhán There flew a rag of red, I tore it off from where it hung And ripped it all to shreds! Leave my house, You're unwelcome. Leave the rope & iron. Tell the king To go **** off, Lest he would rather violence. In Londonderry & Belfast, Pleasant little branches, We'll grow ourselves gigantic oaks Uproot their picket fences! Leave my home, Go on get out. Leave the whiskey, Leave the grub. Tell the king To go **** off And stay in his doe-hog hovel. Say the hounds are all but slept, Yet I still hear the barking. I think it restful pouting Readying for a real good bouting! Leave my house, You're unwelcome. Leave the rope & iron. Tell the king To go **** off, Lest he would rather violence. Hard to find good honest work, When of royal or noble; Hard to find good honest work If they claim you're not loyal! Leave my home, Go on get out. Leave my house, You're unwelcome. Tell the king To go **** off, And kindly don't respond.
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Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 7:07 PM UTC
Johnny Poodle
In I came to Dublin town, Riding one fine morning, I spied some Johnny Bullies And I started off a'cussing! Leave my home, Go on get out. Leave the whiskey, Leave the grub. Tell the king To go **** off And stay in his doe-hog hovel. O'er glens of An Cabhán There flew a rag of red, I tore it off from where it hung And ripped it all to shreds! Leave my house, You're unwelcome. Leave the rope & iron. Tell the king To go **** off, Lest he would rather violence. In Londonderry & Belfast, Pleasant little branches, We'll grow ourselves gigantic oaks Uproot their picket fences! Leave my home, Go on get out. Leave the whiskey, Leave the grub. Tell the king To go **** off And stay in his doe-hog hovel. Say the hounds are all but slept, Yet I still hear the barking. I think it restful pouting Readying for a real good bouting! Leave my house, You're unwelcome. Leave the rope & iron. Tell the king To go **** off, Lest he would rather violence. Hard to find good honest work, When of royal or noble; Hard to find good honest work If they claim you're not loyal! Leave my home, Go on get out. Leave my house, You're unwelcome. Tell the king To go **** off, And kindly don't respond.
Johnny Poodle/Noodle - Yankee Doodle John Bull - Personification of England A'cussing - Cussing, as in cursing, but also accusing. Doe-hog hovel - Buckingham Palace Rag of Red - Union Jack Grub - Foodstuffs Rope & Iron - Noose & Cutlass Pleasant little branches - Douglas Ross Hyde, first President of the Irish Democratic Republic. Young advocates of full Irish independence. Just a fun shanty
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Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 7:07 PM UTC
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