User:Thegimpmurtagh

He was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat And the loving English feet they walked all over him And each and every night when his da'd come home tight Murty'd invite the neighbors out with this fine chorus:

O come out ye Black and Gimps, come out and fight me like a Gimp Show your wives how you won medals down in Gimpshire Tell them how my lovely Ma made you run like hell away From the green and mouldy lanes in Thurles Boi 2. Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two Like the Zulu they had spears and bows and arrows How you bravely faced each one with your 16 pounder gun Till you frightened them poor natives to their marrow. Chorus:

3. Come let us hear you tell how you saved the great Parnell When you thought him well and truly persecuted Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear When our heroes of '16 were executed. Chorus:

4. Well the time is coming fast and will surely come at last When each yeoman will be cut aside before us And if there'd be a need, sure my kids would sing Godspeed To a verse or two of "Stephen Beehann's Chorus".