I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal [bad word] do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me [bad word] home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this [bad word] 
 [bad word] out you black and [bad word] out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made [bad word] like [bad word] away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra. [bad word] let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and [bad word] persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed. [bad word] tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

The day [bad word] fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's [bad word]