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Christy Moore

Ballinamore

 

Ballinamore


Leitrim is a very funny place, sir
A strange and a troubled land
All the boys are in the IRA, sir
All the woman are in Cumann na mBan
Every tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker
Displayed for all to see
Sure, it was no wonder that the Gardaí made a blunder
Says your man from RTÉ

Every bird upon me word is singing "I'm a rebel, sir, up in Leitrim, sir"
Every hen, indeed is laying hand grenades
I do declare, sir
In Dromahair, sir
Every old crock of a Drumsna cock is longing to be free
"Even sheep are advising they'll be another rising"
Says your man from RTÉ

Today, tonight they went to Ballinamore, sir
They were briefed by the Gardaí
On the video they shot down the Provos
Eating curry and drinking tea
And they were all wearing Russian balaclavas
Each carried in RPG
British scalps around the tummy
Pockets full of stolen money
Says your man from RTÉ

Every bird upon me word is singing "I'm a rebel, sir, up in Leitrim, sir"
Every hen, indeed is laying hand grenades
I do declare, sir
In Dromahair, sir
Every old crock of a Drumsna cock is longing to be free
"Even sheep are advising they'll be another rising"
Says your man from RTÉ

Well Leitrim is seething with sedition
It's Sinn Féin through and through
All the task force have joined the local units
The post office is the GHQ
They've race track underground for training Shergar
"No comment" is all they said to me!
Subversion here is bubbling
Oh please take me back to Dublin
Says your man from RTÉ

Every bird upon me word is singing "I'm a rebel, sir, up in Leitrim, sir"
Every hen, indeed is laying hand grenades
I do declare, sir
In Dromahair, sir
Every old crock of a Leitrim cock is longing to be free
"Even sheep are advising they'll be another rising"
Says your man from RTÉ

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