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Ah, Jack was a sailor that roamed on the town
And he met with a damsel that skipped up and down
Said the damsel to Jack as she passed him by
Would you care for to purchase some Quare Bungle Rye
Raddy Ri. Fal De Diddle Ri Raddy Ri Raddy Ri
Said Jack to himself now then what can this be
But the finest old whiskey from far Germany
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that it goes by is Quare Bungle Rye
Raddy Ri. Fal De Diddle Ri Raddy Ri Raddy Ri
He gave her a pound and he thought nothing strange
She said, hold now me basket while I run for your change
He took a look in the basket a child he did spy
Ah, be dammit, says Jack, this is Quare Bungle Rye
Raddy Ri. Fal De Diddle Ri Raddy Ri Raddy Ri
To get the child christened was Jack's next intent
To get the child christened, to the parson he went
Said the parson to Jack: Now what will he go by?
Ah, be dammit, says Jack, call him Quare Bungle Rye
Raddy Ri. Fal De Diddle Ri Raddy Ri Raddy Ri
Said the parson to Jack: That's a very queer name
Ah, dammit, says Jack, it's a queer way he came
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that he'll go by is Quare Bungle Rye
Raddy Ri. Fal De Diddle Ri Raddy Ri Raddy Ri
Come all ye young sailors that roam down the town
Beware of them damsels that skips up and down
Beware of them ladies as you pass them by
For else they might pawn on you Quare Bungle Rye
Well the government's made a document
To help prevent embarrassment
And in the event of an accident
Catching us with our trousers down
It's no use to you when you're dead
Nor even when alive
And the name of this piece of paper is
Protect and survive
So when the nukes come raining down
It's great to be alive, well
World War Three can be such fun
If you protect and survive
Protect and survive
Well a nuclear strike can be recognised
It would stand out in a crowd
There's a flash, then a bang, then a blast of heat
Then a bloody great mushroom cloud
So if you happen to see one at the end of your street
Would you please pick up the telephone
And inform your local police
So when the nukes come raining down
It's great to be alive, well
World War Three can be such fun
If you protect and survive
Protect and survive
Put sticky tape on your windows
Block your ears and close your eyes
But it won't make a blind bit of difference
You won't have to watch yourself fry
If you find yourself in the target zone
And you haven't got a shelter
Take a spade into the garden
And dig like merry hell, sir
So when the nukes come raining down
It's great to be alive, well
World War Three can be such fun
If you protect and survive
Protect and survive
They've got strategic ICBM's
Both theatre and tactical
With independently targeted
Multiple re-entry vehicles
Backfire bombers, Polaris sub's, cruise missiles
And the boys who hang around the Pentagon
Can't wait to use these toys
So when the nukes come raining down
It's great to be alive, well
World War Three can be such fun
If you protect and survive
Protect and survive
When Armageddon gets underway
And the rockets come pouring down
All the bloody politicians who started it
Will scuttle off underground
And when they finally re-emerge
With no life to be found
They can administrate the rubble
And they can order each other around
So when the nukes come raining down
It's great to be alive, well
World War Three can be such fun
If you protect and survive
Protect and survive
For they give us a four-minute warning
When the rockets are on their way
To give us time to panic and Christians time to pray
So when you hear the siren's going
Place your head between your thighs
Whilst maintaining this posture
You can make a final gesture
And with a little muscular pressure
You can kiss your arse goodbye
So when the nukes come raining down
It's great to be alive, well
World War Three can be such fun
If you protect and survive
Protect and survive
Protect and...
In eighteen hundred and forty-one
My corduroy breeches I put on
My corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
I didn't know what I should do
I didn't know what I should do
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I sailed away across the sea
I sailed away across the sea
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on columbia's shore
I landed on columbia's shore
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When daniel o'connell he was alive
When daniel o'connell he was alive
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I made my trade to carrying bricks
I made my trade to carrying bricks
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor paddy was thinking of going to heaven
Poor paddy was thinking of going to heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-eight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor paddy works on the railway
Poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
For it's off each morning to the hock.
And she nips in for another little drop
Ah the heart to the rule is Dicey Reilly.
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And then it's down to Summerhill, at her the people stare
She says it's nearly half past one
So she'll nip in for another little one
Ah the heart to the rule is Dicey Reilly.
