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We'll rant and we'll rave, there's no united Ireland
We'll scream and we'll shout, to keep us all apart
We'll kick up a fuss, to keep us all divided and
To keep the isle of Ireland a deep-in-trouble land

We live on this ol' island they call Ireland
The Catholics and the Protestants and the Presbyterians too
We decided that they couldn't live together
So we divided up the country into two

They set up a boundary commission
And that was in the year of Twenty-Two
We knеw that our friends would not foresake us
And makе us live in Ireland, thirty-two

[Chorus]
So we'll rant and we'll rave, there's no united Ireland
We'll scream and we'll shout, to keep us all apart
We'll kick up a fuss, to keep us all divided and
To keep the isle of Ireland a deep-in-trouble land

We decided on the six counties, Ulster
For Carson said that nine, sure, would never do
There'd be too many papish, then to deal with too
And we could never make a state with just a few
There are three loyal counties to the Union
The other three will never have their say
We'll make the twenty-six a foreign country
And pretend that they're a thousand miles away

[Chorus]
So we'll rant and we'll rave, there's no united Ireland
We'll scream and we'll shout, to keep us all apart
We kick up a fuss, to keep us all divided and
To keep the isle of Ireland a deep-in-trouble land

We never lived with papists or with fenians
For they have to obey the rule of the Pope in Rome
We'll force all the others, then, to leave us
And have a little state we'll call our own

So get out the pens, we'll draw the boundary
Through towns and farms and hills and bogs and all
And bring us all the bricks that's made in Ireland
For it's better that we build a bloody wall

[Chorus]
So we'll rant and we'll rave, there's no united Ireland
We'll scream and we'll shout, to keep us all apart
We'll kick up a fuss, to keep us all divided and
To keep the isle of Ireland a deep-in-trouble land
(Woo!)