(Johnson's Motor Car)
It was down by Brannigan's Corner, one morning I did stray,
I met a fellow rebel, and to me he did say,
"We've orders from the captain to meet up at Dunbar,
But how are we to get there, without a motor car?"

"Oh, Barney dear, be of good cheer, I'll tell you what we'll do,
The Specials they are plentiful, the IRA are few,
We'll send a wire to Johnson to meet us at Stranlar,
We'll give the boys a bloody good ride in Johnson's Motor Car.

(The Merry Ploughboy)
[Verse]
Oh, I am a merry ploughboy,
And I plough the fields all day,
Till a sudden thought came to my mind,
That I should roam away.

For I'm tired of this civilian life,
Since the day that I was born,
And I'm off to join the IRA,
And I'm off tomorrow morn.

[Chorus]
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green,
Where the helmets glisten in the sun,
Where the bayonets flash, the rifles clash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.

(The Broad Black Brimmer)
[Verse]
There's a uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room,
A uniform so simple in its style,
It's got no braid of gold or silk, no hat with feathered plume,
Me mother has preserved it all the while.

One day she made me try it on, the way she plied for years,
"In memory of your father, dear" she said,
Oh, when she put the Sam Browne on, she was smiling through her tears,
She placed the broad black brimmer on me head.

[Chorus]
It's just a broad black brimmer, ribbons frayed and torn,
By the careless whisk of manys a mountain breeze,
An old trench coat, so battle-stained and worn,
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees.

A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong,
And a holster that's been empty manys a days, (But not for long!)
Oh, when men claim Ireland's freedom, the one she'll choose to lead them,
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA.

(Las Vegas In The Hills Of Donegal)
[Verse]
They talk about Atlantis, how it's lost beneath the sea,
And the grave of the unknown soldier and the cry of the old banshee,
Who was the man in the iron mask? Was Jack the Ripper set free?
Ask them all, "Where's Donegal?" it's still a mystery.

[Chorus]
If I could I'd build a wall around old Donegal,
North and south I'd keep them out, by God I'd build it tall,
Ah, casinos, chicken ranches, I'd legalize them all,
We'd have our own Las Vegas, in the hills of Donegal,
Las Vegas, in the hills of Donegal.