GRACE
You are not a man
You don't have a spine
Ready to surrender
And put Ireland in chains
Whoring's made you soft
Drink has left you weak
Not a drop of Irish blood
Is left within your veins
You and all your lies
I've borne all that I must
I can see you clear;
You're a dead weight in a war
A disgrace to the clan
You're a hundred things more
What you're not is man!
Get up!
Jesus Christ!
DONAL
I've had enough of this
Woman, hold your whist!
"Woman," well not quite
That's always been the joke;
What is the trouble here?
Basic'lly the gist
Is I can't go on being
Married to a bloke
You are not a man
You don't have a spine
Ready to surrender
And put Ireland in chains
Whoring's made you soft
Drink has left you weak
Not a drop of Irish blood
Is left within your veins
You and all your lies
I've borne all that I must
I can see you clear;
You're a dead weight in a war
A disgrace to the clan
You're a hundred things more
What you're not is man!
Get up!
Jesus Christ!
DONAL
I've had enough of this
Woman, hold your whist!
"Woman," well not quite
That's always been the joke;
What is the trouble here?
Basic'lly the gist
Is I can't go on being
Married to a bloke
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