America has her eagle, Australia a kangaroo
England has a lion, but we've an animal too
You won't find her in the forest, or in this land so green
But just take a map of Ireland and our teddy's to be seen
Here's up the rebels, get back our teddy's head
Our face and tail are all her own, but our brains are foreign-led
On the outskirts of Europe, in the Atlantic so fair
There's a country called old Ireland that looks like a teddy bear
It's an island that's split in two with the border in our head
Our face and tail are all her own, but our brains are foreign-led
So it's here's up the rebels, get back our teddy's head
Our face and tail are all our own, but our brains are foreign-led
Our face is o'er in Donegal, our brains are in Belfast
Our arms outstretch in Galway for our friends as they go past
Our hair is on the north coast, in Derry, Antrim, Down
I'm sure this head would be bettered off without the bloody crown
So it's here's up the rebels, get back our teddy's head
Her face and tail are all our own, but her brains are foreign-led
Our backbone's on the east coast, from Dublin to Dundalk
Our legs and feet in Kerry, they have shoes that never walked
Our backside's from Cork to Wexford, our heart is in midlands
We're facing towards America with our arse to England
England has a lion, but we've an animal too
You won't find her in the forest, or in this land so green
But just take a map of Ireland and our teddy's to be seen
Here's up the rebels, get back our teddy's head
Our face and tail are all her own, but our brains are foreign-led
On the outskirts of Europe, in the Atlantic so fair
There's a country called old Ireland that looks like a teddy bear
It's an island that's split in two with the border in our head
Our face and tail are all her own, but our brains are foreign-led
So it's here's up the rebels, get back our teddy's head
Our face and tail are all our own, but our brains are foreign-led
Our face is o'er in Donegal, our brains are in Belfast
Our arms outstretch in Galway for our friends as they go past
Our hair is on the north coast, in Derry, Antrim, Down
I'm sure this head would be bettered off without the bloody crown
So it's here's up the rebels, get back our teddy's head
Her face and tail are all our own, but her brains are foreign-led
Our backbone's on the east coast, from Dublin to Dundalk
Our legs and feet in Kerry, they have shoes that never walked
Our backside's from Cork to Wexford, our heart is in midlands
We're facing towards America with our arse to England
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