Well, you Anglo pigs and Scotties
Sent to colonize the North
You wave your fuckin' Union Jack
Well, you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
Our people proud and free
Keep Ireland for the Irish
Turn the British back to sea!
And a holster that's been empty many's a day
But when men claim Ireland's freedom
The one should choose to lead them
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA
It's just a broad black brimmer
With ribbons frayed and torn from the
Careless whisk of many a mountain breeze
An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees
A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong