The Irish Brigade - Fenian Record Player lyrics
[The Irish Brigade - Fenian Record Player lyrics]
A loyal Orange Prod
Who thought that Ian Paisley was just
One step down from God
He thought they ate the children
In the backwoods of Ardoyne
And he thought that history started with
The Battle Of The Boyne
He thought that history started with
The Battle Of The Boyne
One day he took a brick in his
Hand and he dandered up the Falls
He was mumbling "Up The Rangers"
And hummin' "Derry's Walls"
He broke the big shop window to
Annoy the Pope of Rome
And he took a rеcord player out
And then he startеd home
He took a record player out
And then he started home
Next night they had a hooley
In his local Orange Hall
Wee Willie took his player to
Make music for the ball
He chose a stack of records
Of a very loyal kind
But when the music started up
He nearly lost his mind
But when the music started up
He nearly lost his mind
This Fenian Record Player was a
Rebel to the core
It played the songs the Orange
Hall had never heard before
For "Golly's Braes" and "Derry's Walls"
It didn't give a fig
And it speeded up "God Save The Queen"
Till it sounded like a jig
It speeded up "God Save The Queen"
Till it sounded like a jig
It played "The Woods of Upton"
And the "Wearing of The Green"
Such turmoil in an Orange Hall
Has never yet been seen
It played "The Boys of Wexford"
And "The Men of '98"
But when it played "The Soldier's Song"
It sealed Wee Willie's fate
But when it played "The Soldier's Song"
It sealed Wee Willie's fate
For the boys were plain demented
To the ground Wee Will was thrown
They kicked his ribs in one by
One to the tune of Garryowen
They threw him out the window to
A song about Sinn Féin
They kicked him all down Sandy Row
To "A Nation Once Again"
They kicked him all down Sandy Row
To "A Nation Once Again"
This Fenian Record Player was
Heard no never more
They prodded it with deacon poles and
Threw it on the floor
But still the funniest sight, me boys
That I have ever seen
For the flashes flyin' out of it were orange
White and green
For the flashes flyin' out of it were orange
White and green
Wee Willie's up in the mental home
Crazy as a coot
He sit's there in a padded cell
And tootles with his flute
But when he tries to play "The
Sash" he always gets it wrong!
For halfway through
He always finds he's playing
"The Soldier's Song" for halfway through
He always finds he's playing
"The Soldier's Song"
There's a moral to this story
What it is I cannot say
Maybe it's the ancient verse
And crime will never pay!
If you ask Wee Willie McFadden he'll
Say "Ah crime be blowed
If you want to pinch a record player
Do it up the Shankill Road!"
"If you want to pinch a record player
Do it up the Shankill Road!"