(The Man From The Daily Mail)
[Verse]
"Well, Ireland is a very funny place, sir,
It's a strange and a troubled land,
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir,
Every girl's in Cumann na mBan."

"Every doggie has a tri-coloured ribbon,
Tied firmly to his tail,
And it wouldn't be surprising,
If there'd be another rising",
Said the man from the Daily Mail.

[Chorus]
"Every bird upon my word,
Singing, "Yo ho, I'm a Provo!"
Every hen in jail is laying hand grenades,
Over there sir, I do declare sir!"

"And every old cock in the farmyard stock,
Singing, "Triumph to Sinn Féin",
And it wouldn't be surprising,
If there'd be another rising",
Said the man from the Daily Mail.

[Verse]
"The whole place is seething with sedition,
It's Sinn Féin through and through,
All the boys are joining local units,
And the password's 'Sinn Féin' too."

"Well, the IRA just sent me,
A time bomb in the mail,
And I'm shaking in me shoes,
As I'm sending out the news",
Said the man from the Daily Mail

[Chorus]
"Every bird upon my word,
Singing, "Yo ho, I'm A Provo!"
Every hen in jail is laying hand grenades,
Over there sir, I do declare sir!"

"And every old cock in the farmyard stock,
Singing, "Triumph to Sinn Féin",
And it wouldn't be surprising,
If there'd be another rising"
Said the man from the Daily Mail.

(The Men Behind The Wire)
[Chorus]
Armoured cars and tanks and guns,
Came to take away our sons,
But every man will stand behind,
The men behind the wire.

[Verse]
Through the little streets of Belfast,
In the dark of early morn,
British soldiers came marauding,
Wrecking little homes with scorn.

Hear the sob of the crying children,
Dragging fathers from their beds,
Bleeding sons while helpless mothers,
Watch the blood pour from their heads.

[Chorus]
Armoured cars and tanks and guns,
Came to take away our sons,
But every man will stand behind,
The men behind the wire.

[Verse]
Proudly stand behind our banner,
Firmly stand behind our men,
We will have them free to help us,
Build a nation once again.

All the people, step together,
Proudly, firmly, on your way,
Never fear and never falter,
Till the boys come home to stay.

[Chorus]
Armoured cars and tanks and guns,
Came to take away our sons,
But every man will stand behind,
The men behind the wire.

(Rock On Rockall)
[Verse]
Oh, the Empire, it is finished, no foreign lands to seize,
Now the greedy hands of England are reaching towards the seas,
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's called Rockall,
And the greedy hands of Whitehall are reaching for its wall.

[Chorus]
So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall, to Britain's greedy hands,
Sure, you'll meet the same resistance as you did with Bobby Sands,
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the waters crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

[Verse]
Well, the seas will not be silent while Britannia rules the waves,
But remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves,
Ah, remember this Britannia well, sure, you rule the waves no more,
So keep your hands off Rockall, it's Irish to the core.

[Chorus]
So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall, to Britain's greedy hands,
Sure, you'll meet the same resistance as you did with Bobby Sands,
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the waters crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

[Chorus]
So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall, to Britain's greedy hands,
Sure, you'll meet the same resistance as you did with Bobby Sands,
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the waters crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

[Outro]
So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall,
Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall,
Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall,
Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall,
Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall.