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A Nation Once Again

Thomas Osborne Davis
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Una versione parodistica del comico irlandese Dermot Morgan che...
A NATION ONCE AGAINALSATIAN ONCE AGAIN
When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen,
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
Three hundred men and three men;
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!
SPOKEN:
Many songs are sung and written about Emmett, Pearse and Tone
But no one knows that son of Ireland who loved to chew a bone
A patriot so fearless who fought doggedly for his nation
Not a Catholic or a Protestant but a bloody big Alsatian
A Nation once again,
A Nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!
SING:
Way back in 1920 when the troubles were real bad
The Black and Tans were searching houses driving people mad
Many Irish men and women lent a hand to help the cause
Here's the story of a hero that lent a pair of paws
And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shone a far light,
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fane,
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
A Nation once again!
And it was Fido hid the hand grenade for me
When the Tans came round to search the house at tea
I said Fido, take this, eat; he thought it was a tin of meat
`Twas the hand grenade that Fido hid for me
A Nation once again,
A Nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!
The Black and Tans they search the house but not a thing was found
They looked for guns and bullets but they never checked the hound
They scorned and mocked and jeered us with their laughter and their tone
When Fido just exploded and went Phffft… around the room
It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain or lowly;
For, Freedom comes from God's right hand,
And needs a Godly train;
And righteous men must make our land
A Nation once again!
And it was Fido hid the hand grenade for me
When the Tans came round to search the house at tea
The Tans said 'scuse me mate, was that something your dog ate
`Twas the hand grenade that Fido hid for me
A Nation once again,
A Nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!
The Tans went out in terror; Fido saved us one and all
So we looked at him as he laid there on the ceiling, floor and wall
Another martyr for old Ireland by Britannia cruelly slain
Some day up there I hope he'll be an Alsatian once again
So, as I grew from boy to man,
I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding;
For, thus I hoped some day to aid,
Oh, can such hope be vain?
When my dear country shall be made
A Nation once again!
An Alsatian once again
An Alsatian once again
And Fido who's now in ribbons will be
An Alsatian once again


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