get back our Teddy's head.
Her face and tail are all her own,
but her brains are foreign -led.
On the outskirts of Europe,
There's a country called Old Ireland
that looks like a teddy bear.
It's an island that's split in two,
with the border at her head.
Her face and tail are all her own,
but her brains are foreign lead.
So it's here, it's up the rebels,
get back our Teddy's head
Her face and tail are all her own,
but her brains are foreign lead
Her face is o 'er in Donegal,
her brains are in Belfast
Her arms outstretched to Galway
for our friends that do go past
Her hair's on the north coast,
So it's here, it's up the rebels,
get back our Teddy's head
Her face and tail are all her own,
but her brains are foreign -led
Her backbones on the East Coast,
Her legs and feet in Kerry,
they had shoes that never walked
Her backsides in Cork, the Wexford,
her heart was in Midlands
We're facing towards America
with her ass to Old England
So it's here, it's up the rebels,
get back our penny's head.
Our face and tail are all forlorn,
but our brains are foreign -led.
So listen, proud Britannia,
Would you like it if your head was owned
And they planted their foreign ways
to mix in with your breed
Before another year had passed,
you'd never know your creed
So it's here, it's up the rebels,
get back our teddy's head
Her face and tail are all her own,
but her brains are foreign -led
On the outskirts of Europe,
There's a country called Old Ireland
That looks like a teddy bear
It's an island that's split in two
With a border at her head
Her face and tail are all her own
But her brains are foreign lead
So it's here, it's Up the Rebels
Get back our teddy's head
Her face and tail are all her own
But her brains are foreign lead
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