The Thatcher Song

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released January 25, 2013

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Track Name: Mother England's Giro
Well me giro came this morning I was happy as could be
I get me giro once a week from the social security
This country is so giving this beats working for a living
Three cheers Mother England for me giro

Chorus:

Thank you mother England for me giro
I live the life of Reilly with me giro
So fair play to ya Maggie for helping poor old Paddy
Thank you Mother England for me giro

Now I'm working on the buildings with me wages cash in hand
And sod the Inland Revenue I just don't give a damn
Me giro gives me lolly and it makes me life so jolly
God bless Mother England for me giros

Chorus:

Ah thank you Mother England for me giro
I've got the best of both worlds with me giro
They give me loads of money in this land of milk and honey
God bless Mother England for her giros

I go down to the social ev'ry tuesday to sign on
And I dress up like a knacker with me smelly wellies on
And I get back to me lodgings and I dress up to the nines
And I hit the Kilburn high road with me giro

Chorus:

It's great crack here in England with me giro
It's such a good old country with its giros
So three cheers to you Maggie for helping poor old Paddy
God bless Mother England and her giros
This country is so giving this beats working for a living
Thank you Mother England for me giro

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Track Name: The Quare One
Well I got a missus and she's big and fat
And she's always grinning like a Cheshire cat
She weighs nineteen stone but I'm a bag of bones
She's the bane of me life the oul' quare one
A diabolical site the oul' quare one

Down the Galtymore every saturday night
To the Ceili hall goes me and the wife
She drags me out on the floor til me feet get sore
And I'm fair knackered out by the quare one
She's a powerful craicher the quare one

Nows in our house there's three of us
Your woman and I and a cat named Gus
She thinks more of him than she does of me
She loves her oul' pussy the quare one
She's cat altogether the quare one

Just the other night I was having me fill
Of a plate of stew that'd make you ill
When I says to her this'd slay the cat
She stuck it in me face the oul' quare one
You've got to watch your mouth with the quare one

Just the other night I caught a terrible view
When she bent herself over to lace up her shoes
Well you never would believe the sight that I saw
And it scared the cat silly that he ran through the door
Such a sight for the eyes the oul' quare one

Last thing at night it's such a terrible sight
When she takes off her wellies and she tears off her tights
And she takes off her corset and her brassieres too
And she looks like something you'd find at the zoo
Such a sight for the eyes the oul' quare one

When in bed at night I starts to dream
A fantasising of some beauty queen
The oul' missus turns her head
And she'll see me grin
Then she'll rap me o'er the brains
With a rolling pin

Repeat first verse and end

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Track Name: The Thatcher Song
Maggie Thatcher you can't match her she's the darling of us all
She's the curse of the Irish Nation Fine Gael and Fianna Fail
She's destroyed me hire purchase and she's put me on the dole
If I could only get my hands on her I'd kick her up the-----

Good onya Mrs Thatcher you're the cutest girl of all
such a biddy fine and buxom sure the likes you'll not recall
when she holds negotiations things they always reach a hitch
she's the world in ruination such a schemer the old--------

Good onya Mrs Thatcher no one in this world can match her
but she's trying to take the vote away from the paddies once again**
we're not worried 'bout your English vote nor your politicians gas
you can keep them Mrs Thatcher you can shove them up your----

Help us Mrs Thatcher with the prices rising high
and the work is getting awful scarce paddy's losing that's no lie
now you say that you don't want us that we've stayed here long enough
(now you say that you don't want us that we're really out of luck
but if I were a taxidermist I would tell you to get -------

Fair play Mrs Thatcher sure you know a trick or two
and each time you come to Dublin well we know just what you'll do
you'll dress up in your finery and preach with all your might
but all of your fancy promise's are just a load of-----

We love you Mrs Thatcher like your old man loves his brew
such a lad your husband Denis when he's had a sup or two
sure he'll take a pint of porter and a glass of Irish mist
and because he faces you each night no wonder he gets------

Thatcher you can't match her she's the darling of us all
She's the curse of the Irish Nation Fine Gael and Fianna Fail

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Track Name: Michael
Michael's making his way down the Edgware road tonight
With his bags and ragged clothes he's not a pretty sight
Just another bleak day in the rest of his life
With no fixed abode as he carries his weary load
And Michael do they want you anymore

Michael he's a man, travelled the world in a uniform
You name it he's been there from Dunkirk over to Alamein
And his eldest brother died beside the river Kwai
Michael paid his price and now he makes it twice
And Michael do they need you anymore

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And the butterflies inside will drown with the tide
Of the cider the meths and the wine
And Michael do they need you anymore

Michael answered the call
when the clouds billowed for Hitler's war
It wasn't Michael's war but a jobs a job you know the score
And thousand's fought and died in many foreign lands
But who gives a damn for a dead Irishman
And Michael they don't need you anymore

Michael has a son in Toronto off in Canada
And his daughter wed a man away in southern Africa
And the woman he once loved she love's him no more
She just walked away things happen that way
And Michael they don't want you anymore

Chorus:

And the butterflies inside will drown with the tide
Of the cider the meths and the wine
And Michael they don't want you anymore

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Track Name: De Valera (Version 1)
I remember the day De Valera he died
my father he just broke down and he cried
he wept like a baby for Dev was his pride
but it held me no fears and I shed no tears
for this man of our times

They say Dev was a hero in 1916
he held Boland's mill for the orange and green
he was sentenced to die with Pearse and McBride
but his birth far away let him fight another day
lucky man of our times
Chorus:
He was loved he was hated he was cherished despised
there were rivers of tears when the chieftain he died
but love him or hate him I cannot decide
what to make of old Dev this man of our times

When I was at school Christian brothers were cruel
we lived off the land to be scarce was the rule
and we fled in our droves to the Emigrants boat
we weren't free yet and we questioned respect
for this man of our times

My parents were poor and the cupboard was bare
you can't feed a child on a dream or a prayer
but the boys in Dail Eireann got rich as we pined
they were led by the chief and we had no relief
from this man of our times
Chorus:
He was loved he was hated he was cherished despised
there were rivers of tears when the chieftain he died
but love him or hate him I cannot decide
what to make of old Dev this man of our times

Now Spain had its Franco, France its Degaulle
we had our Dev and God rest his soul
but history will judge on the man from Bruree
De Valera's lost dream our Nation unfree
its the shame of our times

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Track Name: Desperate Dan (The Ganger Man)
My name is Desperate Dan and I am the ganger man
I'm Desperate Dan the ruthless ganger man

Now each morning I clock on and I put my wellies on
I'm a king for the rest of the working day
And I'll make you dig that hole
Or you're going on the dole
Says Desperate Dan the ruthless ganger man

Now I don't care a toss and I love to please my boss
I hire and I fire all the time
And if you don't pull your weight
It's the dole queue for you mate
You'd better watch your stepping out of line

Well his name is Desperate Dan and he is the ganger man
He's Desperate Dan the ruthless ganger man

Now I'm only five feet tall but I feel like six feet four
And how I love to give someone the sack
And if your work is slack
Then I'll stab you in the back
I feel like God 'cos I'm the ganger man

Now I like to cat quite flash
And I'm never short of cash
I do a bit of fiddling on the side
And the boss he thinks I'm great
And I crawl just like a snake
I'm Desperate Dan the ruthless ganger man

His name is Desperate Dan and he is the ganger man
Look out for Desperate Dan the ganger man
Avoid him like the plague boys if you can
A curse on Desperate Dan the ganger man

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Track Name: You're never too old to love
Honey you look so good today
I love you a thousand ways
It's our golden wedding day
You're never too old to love

Now we're in our twilight years
We've laughed and we've shed our tears
The future we do not fear
You're never too old to love

They say good things have to pass
That true love can never pass
But darling we've proved them wrong
You're never too old to love

Chorus:

You're never too old to love
Love and age they go hand in glove
Though your hair is silvery grey
The wrinkles cannot betray
You're never too old to love

I've loved you through all the days
It matters not what they say
I guess we're two of a kind
You're never too old to love

Once when you and I we were young
And loves song was sweetly sung
The sands of time passed us by
You're never too old to love

Repeat chorus and end

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Track Name: Maggie & the Farmer
Excuse me Mrs T would you ever marry me
I love you like an ass is fond of clover
Would you ever leave oul' Denis
And to Ireland travel over
From tales I've heard your old mans rarely sober

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I've a fine big pair of bullocks
and a lovely cock of hens
If you saw me gander well your eyes would water
I could learn you how to gig
And teach you how to muck a pig
Oh Mrs T I love you more each day

Will you listen Mrs T well it's plain for all to see
That old Garret thinks you are a bonny lass
But you'll surely be mistaken
If for him you're calculating
Sure he doesn't know his donkey from his ass

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I've a fine big pair of bullocks
and a lovely cock of hens
If you saw me gander well your eyes would water
I could learn you how to gig
And teach you how to muck a pig
Oh Mrs T I love you more each day

Now excuse me Mrs T but I'm trembling at the knees
And I'm wondering if you'll ever be my bride
In my big four poster bed
Will you ever lay your head
Shall I ever see your wellies next to mine

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I've a fine big pair of bullocks
and a lovely cock of hens
If you saw me gander well your eyes would water
I could learn you how to gig
And teach you how to muck a pig
Oh Mrs T I love you more each day

Save and guard us Mrs T it's frustrating can't you see
I'm a farmer and a man with many needs
And I'll give all my manure
If with me you would endure
For to spend your days with me in old Adare

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I've a fine big pair of bullocks
and a lovely cock of hens
If you saw me gander well your eyes would water
I could learn you how to gig
And teach you how to muck a pig
Oh Mrs T I love you more each day

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Track Name: The Republic of Kilburn
There's a place of great renown it's not far from Camden Town
It's Ireland's county number thirty three
Where the crack it's mighty good from Kensal Rise to Cricklewood
The Republic of Kilburn is its name

If it's records you want handy get yourself along to Mandy's
It's on the high road down in Willesden Green
And the drink it's flowing down at the Broadway in the Crown
The Republic Of Kilburn's still the same

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Oh I live in the Republic of Kilburn
Where everybody knows you by your name
If ever you should visit my fair county
Be sure and spend an evening with me
I'll show you all the sites in this old county
It's Ireland's county number thirty three

When the weekend comes along you can hear an Irish song
For miles around from Nellie's to the Crown
Or you can dance til' early morn' in the good old Galtymore
The Republic of Kilburn's still the same

There's a place of great renown it's not far from Camden Town
It's Ireland's county number thirty three
Where the crack it's mighty good from Kensal Rise to Cricklewood
The Republic of Kilburn is its name

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Oh I live in the Republic of Kilburn
Where everybody knows you by your name
If ever you should visit my fair county
Be sure and spend an evening with me
I'll show you all the sites in this old county
It's Ireland's county number thirty three

It's Ireland's county number thirty three

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Track Name: Arthur Guinness Blues
My pockets are all empty there's thunder in my head
It's twenty past eleven and I should be out of bed
I should be on the site but I was out last night
I'm going to give up drinking for the hundredth thousandth time

Sometimes when I go boozing I never stop to think
It helps me put my cares away when I go on the drink
But when it comes next morning and you're lying in your bed
It feels like someone's put an atom bomb inside your head

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And I get the Arthur Guinness Blues
I can't find my trousers nor my shoes
My pockets are all empty and I'm late for work again
Today I'll make a promise to give up drink again

I used to be a pioneer and I never touched a drop
But one day I took a sup and now I never stop
My wife she's like a dragon she never stops her naggin'
So it's off down to the local I'm no more on the wagon

Now some men like their lager and others like their scotch
But I like pints and pints of stout and I drink it quite a lot
You can keep your fancy wines and your fancy German beers
'Cos I like pints of porter 'til it comes out of my ears

Repeat chorus and end

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Track Name: The Drumshanbo Exile
In nineteen fifty two begins a tale I'll tell to you
From Drumshanbo off to London I was bound
Said goodbye to Leitrim's plains
joined on board and eastbound train
saw no use to stay in poverty's domain
Mother cried a hundred tears for her lad of nineteen years
And my father sisters brothers bade me well

As I left Dun Laighoire pier I was filled with lonesome fear
What awaits this poor young Paddy O'er the waves
With the sum of seven pounds I arrived in Camden town
Found some digs and joined with Murphy's volunteers
Well it didn't seem so bad sent some shillings to me dad
And at first it seemed to be a home from home

When on Fridays wages came Camden Town had hell to pay
As the lads and me we'd drink ourselves insane
I took to drinking hard played the bookies and the cards
And the money home it soon was hard to find
Oh the years passed swiftly by and between yourself and I
I grew lonesome for Drumshanbo's plains and glens

At the Banba and Galtymore lovely women by the score
But somehow I never found myself a wife
The craic was pretty good in Camden Town and Cricklewood
And old Kilburn's smokey bars I knew them well
In the Memphis Belle some nights or Biddy Mulligan's by the lights
Or a Rebel song or two in the Old Bell

In my lodgings now I'll rest and on days gone by reflect
On my wasted years and where do I belong
Mother Father passed away sisters brothers in their graves
Old Drumshanbo seems a million miles away

Now I'm old and all alone with no one to call my own
I've no wife nor family to share my pain
So tonight for old times sake on the razzle I'll engage
To the Windsor & the Edinburgh I'll roam

And tonight in Camden Town many sorrows I will drown
Lovely Leitrim on the jukebox I will play
So to all of Irelands youth spare a while for Gods own truth
There is nothing here but loneliness and tears
So to all of Irelands youth spare a while for Gods own truth
There is nothing here but loneliness and tears

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Track Name: The Taoiseach's Hooley
Oh the Taoiseach's having a hooley tonight
there'll be awful celebration and delight
for the oil its coming ashore fortunes knocking at the door
now there's V.I.P.'s in plenty to be seen
there's Maggie Thatcher and the Queen
Prince Charles and his little colleen
well there's great craic promised at the Taoiseach's house tonight

Now there's bacon and cabbage and crubeens upon the table
there's poteen and porter for all of them that's able
but watch out for Denis the menace
knocking back the pints of Guinness
while Maggie's dancing the wearing of the green
and here comes President Reagan
on his horse with guns a blazing
there's great craic promised at the Taoiseach's house tonight

Now the Pope & Mr Paisley are getting on fine
sure they've settled down for the game of 25
there's Liberace & Diana singing songs at the oul piano
well there's quare old things at the Taoiseachs house tonight
and Prince Charles has gone half silly look at him playing with his little willie
oh such peculiar things at the Taoiseach's house tonight

Now randy Andy's looking awful dandy
sure he's out on the floor with Mr Reagan's Nancy
such a siege of Ennis you never saw
what a shower of eejits out on the floor
the oul Taoiseach's doing a hornpipe with the Queen
and the crowd has gone half crazy at the sound of Mr Paisley
singing Kevin Barry at the Taoiseach's house tonight

Now Prince Philip's gone oustside walking the dogs
and there's Bo Derek slippin' on her bathing togs
well his feelings now he can't control
sure its driving your man right up the pole
well its hard old times at the Taoiseachs house tonight
now Prince Charles is showing his Willy
to all the girls in Dublin city
well there's great craic promised at the Taoiseach's house tonight
now Prince Charles is showing his Willy
to all the girls in Dublin city
well there's great craic promised at the Taoiseach's house tonight

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