THE DEAR LITTLE AMBUSH

THE DEAR LITTLE AMBUSH

There's a dear little 'Bush' that grows in our Isle,
And 'twas the I.R.A. that set it,
And a good many people for quite a long while
Are not very apt to forget it.
It grew in the hills, in the cities and mireland,
And they called it the dear little Ambush of Ireland!
CHORUS
Oh, the dear little ambush,
The cute little ambush,
The neat little, sweet little
Ambush of Ireland.

And in spite of everything John Bull could do,
The 'Bush' it grew bigger and bigger,
The boys were not daunted when lorries rushed through,
They had always their hand on the trigger,
So it flourished in East, South and West in our Sireland,
And they called it the dear little Ambush of Ireland.
CHORUS
Oh, the dear little ambush,
The cute little ambush,
The neat little, sweet little Ambush of Ireland.

The 'Bush' grew so big that in Dublin one day
Was a sight made us all stare in wonder,
The Custom House, burning away on quay,
Where England kept notes of her plunder,
The Taxes and Records that kept down our Sireland,
They say have gone West in this Ambush in Ireland.
CHORUS
Oh, the dear little ambush,
The cute little ambush,
The neat little, sweet little
Ambush of Ireland.