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Len Graham - Do Me Justice lyrics
Well here I come from Donegal I feel quite discontented To see the way that we're run down And not fairly represented for they say it is a general rule To make out Pat a knave or fool; But never mind we'll keep it cool And speak up for old Ireland. (Chorus): Do me justice, treat me fair, And I won't be discontented And I won't be laughed at anywhere But fairly represented. Now there's Mr Punch with his literature, He tries to hurt us badly For whene'er he draws our caricature, He depicts us rather badly; With crooked limbs and villainous face, He represents the Irish race, I'm sure it is a great disgrace, We think so in old Ireland. (Chorus) Now its when on stage I do appear, With a thundering big shillelagh, And with a tattered hat and ragged coat, Ah, you'd think I'd step out gaily, And without a word of common sense, They don't know when they give offence, For they carry on at Pat's expense; Oh, just let them come to Ireland. (Chorus) Now they say we're lazy and dirty got, But what's the use to grumble, For whene'er they enter our Irish cot, Sure, they're welcome though it's humble, And in public works, the country round, Or where hard work is to be found, In a railway tunnel underground, Sure, you'll find the boys from Ireland. (Chorus) Well it's very true that I like a glass, For it makes my heart feel frisky, And I'm very fond of an Irish lass, And I'm partial to the whiskey, I'm very quiet when left alone, I do what I like with what's me own, But woe be to the foe ochone, Who runs down dear old Ireland. (Chorus) |
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