A Nation Once Again
Thomas Osborne DavisUna versione parodistica del comico irlandese Dermot Morgan che... | |
A NATION ONCE AGAIN | ALSATIAN 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 |