THE GAY OLD HAG
Will you come a boating my Gay Old Hag?
Will you come a boating my tight old Hag'?
If you come a boating down by the Liffey shore
Of your two long shins I'll make a pair of oars.
CHORUS
Crush her in the corner the Gay Old Hag,
Crush her in the corner the tight old Hag,
Crush her in the corner and keep her snug and warm,
Put powder in her horn, she's a fine old Hag.
Napoleon's on dry land says the Shan Van Vocht,
Napoleon's on dry land says the Shan Van Vocht,
Napoleon's on dry land with a sword in his right hand,
He's a gallant Ribbonman says the Shan Van Vocht.
My mother's getting young says the Shan Van Vocht,
My mother's getting young says the Shan Van Vocht,
My mother's getting young and she'll have another son
To make the Orange run says the Shan Van Vocht.
Remember Father Shea says the Shan Van Vocht.
My heart bleeds for him to-day says the Shan Van Vocht,
Yes, and Father Murphy too, the bloody Orange Crew
They burned him that is true says the Shan Van Vocht.
The gibbets and pitch caps, says the Shan Van Vocht,
The gibbets and pitch caps, says the Shan Van Vocht,
The gibbets and pitch caps will have a quick collapse,
But my sons stand on the trap, says the Shan Van vocht.
Remember '98 says the Shan Van Vocht,
You thought we'd meet defeat, says the Shan Van Vocht,
You are nearly out of date for we beat you out complete,
That will always be your fate says the Shan Van Vocht.