The Dubliners - Nelson's Farewell lyrics

Oh, poor old Admiral Nelson is
No longer in the air
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
On the eighth day of March
In Dublin City fair
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
From his stand of stones and mortar
He fell crashing through the quarter
Where once he stood so stiff
And proud and rude
So let's sing our celebration
It's a service to the nation
So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo
Oh, fifty pounds of gelignite it
Sped him on his way
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
And the lad that laid the charge
We're in debt to him today
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
In Trafalgar Square it might be fair
To leave old Nelson standing there
But no one tells the Irish what they'll view
Now the Dublin Corporation
Can stop deliberation
For the boys of Ireland showed
Them what to do
For a hundred and fifty seven years
It stood up there in state
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
To mark old Nelson's victory o'er
The French and Spanish fleet
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
But one thirty in the morning
Without a bit of warning
Old Nelson took a powder and he blew
Now at last the Irish nation
Has Parnell in higher station
Than poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo
Oh the Russians and the Yanks
With lunar probes they play
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
And I hear the French are trying
Hard to make up lost headway
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
But now the Irish join the race
We have an astronaut in space
Ireland, boys, is now a world power too
So let's sing our celebration
It's a service to the nation
So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo