God Help Ireland The Irish Brigade

[Verse 1]
We all know who fears to speak, of the men of Easter week
When our heroes marched out in the foggy dew
But now the leaders of the state, think the cause is out of date
They're embarrassed by our heroes brave and true!

[Chorus]
Oh, don't sing now, Cathal Brugha
Who'll save poor old Ireland now?
The Dáil is sitting on the fence, in case the British take offence
And it's God help poor old Ireland now!

[Verse 2]
You can re-writе history's page for the European pagе
It could suit both Fine Gael and Fianna Fáil
Say, St. Patrick never came, and the snakes they still remain
They slither on their bellies to the Dáil!

[Chorus]
Oh, don't sing now, Cathal Brugha
Who'll save poor old Ireland now?
The Dáil is sitting on the fence, in case the British take offence
And it's God help poor old Ireland now!

[Verse 3]
Sure, the British they were grand, you leave out the black an' tans
Forget old Cromwell and the (parents?), too
Just erase MacSwiney's name, put out Cork city's flames
You can change the flag back to red, white, and blue!