When first I went to London in the year of '39,
The city it was wonderful, the girls were so divine,
But the coppers got suspicious and they soon gave me the knock,
I was the possession of an old alarm clock.

That evening down by Marylebone Street I caused no little stir,
The IRA was 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 give half a chance,
I'll show you how mе wee machine can make your peelers dance,
It ticks away politely till you get an awful shock,
As it ticks away the gelignite in me old alarm clock."

The judge he says to me, "Young man, I'll tell you of me plan,
For you and all your countrymen I do not give a damn,
The only time of mine you'll take is ten years in Dartmoor dock,
You can count it by the ticking of your old alarm clock."

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