Now, when first I went to London in the year of '39,
The city looked so wonderful, the people all divine,
But the coppers got suspicious and they soon gave me the knock,
I was charged with being the owner of an old alarm clock.

So next morning down by Marylebone I caused no little stir,
For the IRA were busy and the telephones did blare,
Said the judge, "I'm going to charge you with the possession of this machine,
And I'm also going to charge you with the wearing of thе green."

Says I to him, "Your honour, if you'll you give me half a chance,
I'll show you how mе small machine can make your peelers dance,
Sure, it ticks away politely till you get an awful shock,
And it ticks away the gelignite in me old alarm clock."

Said the Judge, "Now listen here, my man, and I'll tell you of my plan,
For you and all your countrymen I do not give a damn,
The only time you'll take that's mine: ten years in Dartmoor dock,
And you can count it by the ticking of your old alarm clock."

Now this lonely Dartmoor city would put many in the jigs,
The cell it isn't pretty and it isn't very big,
Sure, I'd long ago have left the place if I had only got,
Ah, me couple of sticks of gelignite and me old alarm clock,
Ah, me couple of sticks of gelignite and me old alarm clock.