Drogheda
Verse 1
In the town of Drogheda there’s a head inside a cage
Belongs to Ollie Plunkett who died in early age
Hung, drawn and quartered in Tyburn long ago
Pope John Paul made him a saint I suppose for all his woe.
Chorus
Skither e i in do in di an do in di in day
Skither e i in do in di an do in di in day
Skither e i in do in di an do in di in day
Skither e i in do in di an do in di in day.
Verse2
In the town of Drogheda there’s a river called the Boyne
Lovers stroll along its docks, others go to drown
Ollie Cromwell swam there once it’s a shame he didn’t sink
The butchered thousands might have lived there final days in peace.
Chorus
Verse3
In the town of Drogheda there lives a woman gay
They say if it was long ago they would have burnt her at the stake
Instead they send her to a priest who tries to change her mind
He says he knows down inside she’s really not that kind.
Chorus
Verse4
In the town of Drogheda the pubs are often packed
There’s one at every corner as a matter of fact
You’d think a country that’s so broke wouldn’t drink so fucking much
Shots, pints, bottles of Guinness to keep us out of touch.
Chorus
Repeat chorus (lively)
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