time for a nice slow ballad I think,

True you've got the finest sash
I've ever seen
You're standing 6 feet 1 or 2
With eyes wide and mean
You've got yer brolly rolled
Gloves light to the touch
Hit thon drums and play thon fifes
We'll go marching through the sheughs

March on, screw you,
I wud never go wid ye no matter if I wanted to
March on, screw you,
I wud never go wid ye no matter if I wanted to

I'm an angry Fenian boy
And I'll play my guitar
I've got more sense than to live in tents
And wallow round in glar
I turn to face a camping place
What an ugly site
Don't give me 'no surrender" boys
Sure ye all are full of shite

March on, screw you,
I wud never go wid ye no matter if I wanted to
March on, screw you,
I wud never go wid ye no matter if I wanted to