Up the Border

Oh, then Basil Brugha's me name
With me orange sash I came
For to beat me drum on the twelfth day of July
And the English queen and crown
I'll never let them down
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry

Oh, then Basil, you're the man
To walk with an orange band
For you never talk to papish fenian taigs
And with orangemen you're seen
We don't like the colour green
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry

"Oh, then Basil, be a dear,"
Said the wife to me one year
"To paper up the kitchen you must try."
So I got some sticky glue
Put up red, white and blue
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry

Oh, then Basil, you're the man
Keep our land a proddy land
And drive the fenians far across the sea
Foreign primin', they'll get none
All those croppies will lie down
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry

Now I have some empty bags
I'll fill them up with fags
I'll buy them down in Dublin on the sly
And the customs men I'll hook
For me name is Basil Brugha
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry

(Hoo!)