Butcher Baws
Newbie

Pope for you there sir.

I am a merry ploughboy and I ploughed the fields all day
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind that I should roam away
For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the I.R.A. and I'm off tomorrow morn.

Cho: And we're off to Dublin in the green, in the green (**** THE QUEEN)
Where the helmets glisten in the sun (**** THE HUNS)
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of the Thompson Gun.

I'll leave aside my pick and spade and I'll leave aside my plough
I'll leave aside my old grey mare for no more I'll need them now
And I'll take my short revolver and my bandoleer of lead
I'll do or die I can try to avenge my country's dead.

I'll leave aside my Mary she's the girl I do adore
And I wonder will she think of me when she hears the rifles roar
And when the war is over and old Ireland she is free
I will take her to the church to wed and a rebels wife she'll be.

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Hi Jim. hink you might have the wrong guy. My names Robert but dont be telling the taigs that.

Hi Gordon,

Good to see you back on SPN.

Jim

Lets not fight baby. We'll use the rhythm method then you'll only have 4 or 5 of my fine Catholic offspring. They'll be called Sheamus, Patrick, Eoghan and Mary.

Every Sunday we'll go to Mass then invite the priest back to the house where you'll make him a nice cup of tea.

you need to get married to stay in the country ya immigrant prick

I love you Butcher Baws. Lets get gay married. You'll need to covert for me though honey

Nos es totus off ut Dublin viridis

**** you ya taig immigrant ****