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the irish brigade - hands up! trousers down! lyrics

down in the free state now they hang their heads in shame
for a fellow from bellaghy is driving them insane
he strikes out without warning and they live their lives in fright
for it′s cold in tipperary in your underpants at night

“hang on to your trousers!” you can hear the garda say
“put a padlock on your braces boys, mcglinchey’s on his way!”
the scourge of all the branchmen, from cork to galway bay
put on your thermal underwear and you will be ok

they searched o′er hill and valley
and they searched both near and far
for the man they call mcglinchеy, who drives a garda car
he’s written off to dublin, to offеr them his thanks
saying if they want their car back, he’ll trade it for a tank
“hang on to your trousers!” you can hear the garda say
“put a padlock on your braces boys, mcglinchey′s on his way!”
the scourge of all the branchmen, from cork to galway bay
put on your thermal underwear and you will be ok

well sad news came from county clare upon st. patrick′s day
surrounded ten to one there, they took our man away
they bought him to the border, they went there at a run
they’d one hand on their trousers and the other on their guns

“hang on to your trousers!” you can hear the garda say
“put a padlock on your braces boys, mcglinchey′s on his way!”
the scourge of all the branchmen, from cork to galway bay
put on your thermal underwear and you will be ok

but have you heard the latest news their faces have turned red
for instead of keeping dominic here they’ve sent him back instead
now garret i must say this, i just can′t let it pass
you don’t have to drop your trousers, to show the world an ass

now my friends down in bellaghy, and up in tunbridge too
keep smiling through your troubles, there still is much to do
to all you young musicians, if you want to start a band
if your looking for cheap uniforms then dominic is your man
“hang on to your trousers!” you can hear the garda say
“put a padlock on your braces boys, mcglinchey’s on his way!”
the scourge of all the branchmen, from cork to galway bay
put on your thermal underwear and you will be ok

put on your thermal underwear and you will be ok

hands up! trousers down!

- the irish brigade lyrics

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