Piano/Vocals: The Man From the Daily Mail

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Sorry, I do not have the sheets. All arrangements are done by ear.
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Captured the look of that lion perfectly

TSSmith
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Jack! On a roll again I see. You ought to do some Daniel Kahn! Please. I beg you. Please. Like, Freedom is a Verb, or the Butcher's Sher, or 99%, or something, I don't know. Please. I beg you.

freeksam
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You spoil us Jack! 2 in the same week is a hell of a win

overlord
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Dont let the ira hear you singing their songs with this accent

herbertschulz
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Spoiled, two songs in the same week! Very good song, thank you!

ohsolittletiger
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I love the "alright time for a british song"

nalpha-wgvh
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Oh, Ireland is a very funny place, sir
It's a strange and a troubled land
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir
Every woman's in Cumann na mBan
Every doggie got a tri-coloured ribbon (Woof, woof)
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

(Chorus)
Oh, every bird upon my word
Singing Yo Ho — I'm A Provo!
Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, i do declare sir!
And every old cock in the farmyard
Stock singing triumph to Sinn Fein
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Oh, the other day I travelled down to Claire, sir
I spied an old boreen
Such a bunch of busy gooses there, sir
Dressed in orange, white and green
They were marching to the German Goose step
And whistling Grann na bheal
And every time I show up
They would shoot me as a yeoman
Said the man from the Daily Mail

(Chorus)
Oh, every bird upon my word
Singing Yo Ho — I'm A Provo!
Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, i do declare sir!
And every old cock in the farmyard
Stock singing triumph to Sinn Fein
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Oh, the whole place is seething with sedition
It's Sinn Fein through and through
All the boys are joining local units
And the password's Sinn Fein too
Well The IRA just sent me
A time-bomb in the mail
And I'm shaking in me shoes
As I'm sending out the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail

(Chorus)
Oh, every bird upon my word
Singing Yo Ho — Im A Provo!
Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades
Over there, sir, i do declare sir!
And every old cock in the farmyard
Stock singing triumph to Sinn Fein
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

真.ヤマダー
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As someone who has never been to Ireland, I can confirm all of this is true

DLCguy
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hits a little too close considering the horseshit state of affairs going on here at the moment

lemonysnow
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Hey love your songs but this is not a British song, it's very much an Irish song. Written from the perspective of a British journalist during the troubles highlighting Irish resilience but still very much not a British but rather an anti-british song

Strokahof
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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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