Christy Moore - Grannies Dustbin Lid lyrics
[Christy Moore - Grannies Dustbin Lid lyrics]
As I was climbing into bed
At my Granny's side
I looked out the window the
Brit's they had arrived
The house was surrounded they smashed
In the front door in
They'd come to take away the
Lid of me Granny's bin
She opened up the window she
Clambered down the spout
Soon her bin was rattling to
Call the neighbours out
She took out her whistle and
Blew away like hell
And soon we heard an echo
As her neighbours blew as well
Scream bang shout rattle up a din
Let the soldiers know me girls
The Brit's are coming in
Rattle up your bin lid beat the message out
Get up your rhythm going whistle bang shout
A soldier came up the stairs
A rifle in his hand
She kicked him with her button
Boots as down the hall she ran
Up came another one his medal for to win
But all he got upon his knob
Was the lid of me granny's bin
The music rose like thunder as
The bins and whistles played
The army soon retreated they
Knew they'd overstayed
It wasn't made of silver it
Wasn't made of tin
But once again it saved us all
The lid of me granny's bin
The English have the radio
The telly and the press
To all sorts of fancy gadgets
They've always had access
From Pettigo to Bellaghy from
The Bone to Castlefin
The only way to spread the news
Is the lid of me granny's bin
At my Granny's side
I looked out the window the
Brit's they had arrived
The house was surrounded they smashed
In the front door in
They'd come to take away the
Lid of me Granny's bin
She opened up the window she
Clambered down the spout
Soon her bin was rattling to
Call the neighbours out
She took out her whistle and
Blew away like hell
And soon we heard an echo
As her neighbours blew as well
Scream bang shout rattle up a din
Let the soldiers know me girls
The Brit's are coming in
Rattle up your bin lid beat the message out
Get up your rhythm going whistle bang shout
A soldier came up the stairs
A rifle in his hand
She kicked him with her button
Boots as down the hall she ran
Up came another one his medal for to win
But all he got upon his knob
Was the lid of me granny's bin
The music rose like thunder as
The bins and whistles played
The army soon retreated they
Knew they'd overstayed
It wasn't made of silver it
Wasn't made of tin
But once again it saved us all
The lid of me granny's bin
The English have the radio
The telly and the press
To all sorts of fancy gadgets
They've always had access
From Pettigo to Bellaghy from
The Bone to Castlefin
The only way to spread the news
Is the lid of me granny's bin