Isn't it great to have other peoples' ears as well? Listening yet again and again and again) in the light of other postings, this sounds to me as though it's not too far out - but then again, this is only my ears' version. Anyway, you'll be relieved to know that it's my final offering!

Everyone else cross-comparing what's been posted so far and listening back may well come up with a different set of words. Perhaps we should just put it down to the folk process.

The lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown
When up got Irish tether and they both came tumblin' down
The Second George departed too from Stephen's Green in town
But they're comin' down for you, Victoria.

CHORUS:Victoria, they're coming for you soon
Victoria, it may be when the moon
Is shinin' on December frosts or round the flowers of June
But they're comin' down for you, Victoria.

A gas main burst in Belfast on the eve of poppy day
And loyal doors and windows too moved rapidly away
Came the dawn in Dublin and a naughty soul, they say,
Sent a message from the castle to Victoria.

George he lost a city, King Billy lost his head
The lion lost his balance, from the unicorn he fled
As sure as you're a humpy, stumpy, bumpy lump of lead
They'll be comin' down for you, Victoria.

Nelson's weather eye, they say, was looking out for squalls
They're nervous in the Phoenix Park and round old Dublin's walls
But whosoever keeps his place and whosoever falls
They've a double date with you, Victoria.

Slaynt mie,

Bobby Bob