Gibralter

#1 by ulsterman , Mon Nov 01, 2010 1:22 pm

In a place called Gibralter, well known as the rock,
Three I.R.A scumbags were counting thier stock,
When along came some soldiers, they are Britains best,
And thier known the whole world over as the proud S.A.S.

And the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in Gibralter that day.

Well Dublin she was angry, And so was the Doyle,
For the bomb in Gibralter the soldiers did foil,
For they planned to murder and leave many for dead,
But the brave S.A.S put thier gun to thier head.

And the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in Gibralter that day.

That wanker Gerry Adams what a wonderfull sight,
Behind an old Tombstone he cowered with fright,
The mad yellow provo didn't know what to do,
When faced with one Proddy so brave and so true.

And the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in old Milltown that day.

This strong loyal Proddy, He's called Micheal Stone,
Right in to the graveyard, he went on his own,
Five bombs they were thrown and yet only one missed,
But you couldn't see the fenians from the steam off thier piss.

And the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in old Milltown that day.

Yes the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in old Milltown that day

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