Up the Border - The Wolfe Tones

Oh, then Basil Brugha’s me name, with me orange sash I came

For to beat me drum on the twelfth day of july

And the English queen and crown I’ll never let them down

‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry

Now beyond in USA you’ll no longer hear them say

For president no papish need apply

For in Belafst there is no hope for a man they call the Pope

‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry

Though were’re born in Ireland we must try to understand

That we all like to be English when we die

Even heaven would be dull i fit hadn’t got John Bull

‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry

‚Oh, then Basil be a dear,' said the wife to me one year

‚To paper up the kitchen you must try.'

So I got some sticky glue, put up red, white and blue

‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry

Now I have some empty bags and I’ll fill them up with fags

I’ll buy them down in Dublin on the sly

And the customs men I’ll hook, for me name is Basil Brugha

‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry

If Sinn Fein give me their spell sure Belfast can go to hell

And the border will be blown up to the sky