The Song of Partition The Wolfe Tones

[Chorus]
We'll rant and we'll rave, there's no united Ireland
We'll scream and we'll shout, to keep us all apart
We'll kick up a fuss, to keep us all divided and
To keep the isle of Ireland a deep-in-trouble land

We live on this ol' island they call Ireland
The Catholics and the Protestants and the Presbyterians too
We decided that they couldn't live together
So we divided up the country into two

They set up a boundary commission
And that was in the year of Twenty-Two
We knеw that our friends would not foresake us
And makе us live in Ireland, thirty-two

[Chorus]
So we'll rant and we'll rave, there's no united Ireland
We'll scream and we'll shout, to keep us all apart
We'll kick up a fuss, to keep us all divided and
To keep the isle of Ireland a deep-in-trouble land

We decided on the six counties, Ulster
For Carson said that nine, sure, would never do
There'd be too many papish, then to deal with too
And we could never make a state with just a few