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♪♫ If yer Irish come into the parlour, there's a welcome here for you ♪ ♫
(and if yer not Irish ye can come in anyway as long as ye behave)
My Land Is Too Green - (E. Visser/A. Hensey)
My land is bogged down in religious tradition
We nod our heads in humble submission
One foot in the door, a hand in your pocket
We export our problems for foreign solutions
My land is naive, too scared of the devil
Holier than thou, with eyes up to heaven
And when nobody looks, we tear strips off our neighbour
And have a good laugh, at it all in the end
Shrouded in mist, the outlook's appalling
Pressure is rising and temperature's falling
Sunny spells and scattered showers
And still it rains for hours and hours
And as the floods rise we'll drown our sorrows
Tossing them back like there is no tomorrow
And in the end we'll sit or stand
And piss it back into the bog holes of Ireland
My land is too fond of incurable scheming
The promises given are nothing but dreaming
we all love a rogue we'll make him our leader
But every four years its right back to zero
My land is still poor and underdeveloped
We talk round our problems for hours on end
And then we decide there's two sides to the story
And have a good laugh at it all in the end
Shrouded in mist, the outlook's appalling
Pressure is rising and temperature's falling
Sunny spells and scattered showers
And still it rains for hours and hours
And as the floods rise we'll drown our sorrows
Tossing them back like there is no tomorrow
And in the end we'll sit or stand
And piss it back into the bog holes of Ireland
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