I remem ber the year of the burning
I remember the year of the frost
I remember the year of the famine,
I remember the year of the loss
It's wet crack on wet
crack on wet crack
Weave our shrine for those
horny red and green
A whip -crack on a whip -crack
on a whip -crack
Peek -a -gree for that tadpole,
the gleam
Now the hoodie is woefully moaning
Under the high holland tree
For some hero who's never returning
From over the high rolling sea
Now the death moth is jawlessly gnawing
And clawing my beardy from me
The fum bling young guns of the nurseling
Are wasting the breast of poor Queen
I remember my youth in the Highlands
When the charm of
my laughter rang free
And now I'm alone in the lowlands
I'm alone or in bad company
It's whip -crack on whip -crack
on whip -crack
Weave a shroud for those
money -ridden men
Whip -crack on whip -crack
on whip -crack
Make a griefer then tear her off
the glen
The ambrosia of Tybalt is groaning,
And the hull of the Lirdan is deemed,
And their airmen unseeable and toning
Their fables of wealth and of
fame.
While crooked and shawled
we are combing
The shore for some low -tuned stone feast
In rags and in robes we are roaming
Singing woe to the reign of the beast
Here's to you, here's to you, Geliru
Oh, here's to you,
here's to you, Maribam
And to you, and to you, Donald Peebler
Come and march at the
head of the Klan
Here's to you, here's to you,
Gaelir Uairn
Here's to you, here's to you,
Máirí Bhan
And to you, and to you,
Donald Peebler
Come and march at the
head of the Klem
It's whipcrack on whip
crack on whipcrack
No sign of saying ride in disgrace
A whipcrack on whipcrack on whipcrack
God provide for our sea -divided race