The Man From The Daily Mail lyrics and chords
The original song '' The Man From The Daily Mail'' was written by Seán Ó Cathasaigh / Seán O'Casey and first published in 1918 . The song gives his account of Ireland at the time. The other version by Fintan Valley which uses the same tune is about when R.T.E reporters arrived in Ballinamore to do a story about the missing race horse ''Shergar'' for the Today Tonight programme. The horse was kidnapped by I.R.A and which was owned by the Aga Khan. No ransom was ever paid and the horse was never found. The video is by The Irish Brigade who changes some words of the original song. The sheet music is included.
[D]Leitrim is a very funny place, sir, a [G]strange and troubled [D]land.
All[D] the boys are in the IRA, sir, all the [G]women in Cumann na [A]mBan. Every [D]tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker, dis[G]played for all to [D]see. Sure it was no [G]wonder that the Gardaí made a [D]blunder,' Says your man from[A] RT[D]E. CHORUS: '[D]Every bird, upon my word, is singing, "I'm a [Bm]rebel," sir up in Mohill sir, Every [D]hen is laying hand grenades, I do [A]declare, sir, in Droma[D]hair, sir. Every [G]crock of a Leitrim [D]cock is [G]longing to be[D] free. Even [G]sheep are ad[D]visin' there'll [G]be another [A]rising'. Says your man from[A] RT[D]E. 'Today Tonight went to Ballinamore, sir, they were briefed by the Gardaí. On a video they showed to me the Provies 'ating curry and drinkin' tea. They were all wearin' Russian balaclavas, each carried an RPG. British scalps around the tummy, pockets full of stolen money'. Says your man from RTE. Chorus: Leitrim is seething with sedition, it's Sinn Fein through and through. All the task force have joined the local unit, the post office is the GHQ. They've a racetrack underground for training Shergar, "no commint" they say to me. Subversion here is bubblin', oh please take me back to Dublin, Says your man from RTE. |
The Man From The Daily Mail Lyrics
Now Ireland's a very funny place, sir It's a strange and a troubled land And the Irish are a very funny race, sir Every girl's in the Cumann na mBan Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon Tied firmly to its tail And it wouldn't be surprising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail Every bird upon my word Is singing treble - I'm a rebel Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades Over there sir, I declare Sir And every cock in the farmyard Stock crows in triumph for the Gael And it wouldn't be surprising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail Now the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir I spied in an old boreen A bunch of busy gooses there, sir Dressed in orange, white and green They marched to the German goose step As they whistled Grann na bheal and I'm shakin' in me shoes As I'm sending out the news Said the man from the Daily Mail Every bird upon my word Is singing treble - I'm a rebel Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades Over there sir, I declare Sir And every cock in the farmyard Stock crows in triumph for the Gael And it wouldn't be surprising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail Now the whole place is seething with sedition It's Sinn Fein through and through All the peelers they are joining local units And the password's Sinn Fein too Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon Tied firmly to its tail And it wouldn't be surprising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail Every bird upon my word Is singing treble - I'm a rebel Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades Over there sir, I declare Sir And every cock in the farmyard Stock crows in triumph for the Gael And it wouldn't be surprising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail |
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