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The Man From The Daily Mail
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The Man From The Daily Mail - The Man From R.T.E. Lyrics And Guitar Chords.
The original song '' The Man From The Daily Mail'' was written around 1920 and the writer is unknown. The song gives his account of Ireland at the time. The other version by Fintan Valley which uses the same tune is about when R.T.E reporters arrived in Ballinamore to do a story about the missing race horse ''Shergar'' for the Today Tonight programme. The horse was kidnapped by I.R.A and which was owned by the Aga Khan. No ransom was ever paid and the horse was never found. The video is by The Irish Brigade who changes some words of the original song.


[D]Leitrim is a very funny place, sir, a [G]strange and troubled [D]land.
All[D] the boys are in the IRA, sir, all the [G]women in Cumann na [A]mBan.
Every [D]tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker, dis[G]played for all to [D]see.
Sure it was no [G]wonder that the Gardaí made a [D]blunder,'
Says your man from[A] RT[D]E.

CHORUS:
'[D]Every bird, upon my word, is singing, "I'm a [Bm]rebel," sir up in Mohill sir,
Every [D]hen is laying hand grenades, I do [A]declare, sir, in Droma[D]hair, sir.
Every [G]crock of a Leitrim [D]cock is [G]longing to be[D] free.
Even [G]sheep are ad[D]visin' there'll [G]be another [A]rising'.
Says your man from[A] RT[D]E.

'Today Tonight went to Ballinamore, sir, they were briefed by the Gardaí.
On a video they showed to me the Provies 'ating curry and drinkin' tea.
They were all wearin' Russian balaclavas, each carried an RPG.
British scalps around the tummy, pockets full of stolen money'.
Says your man from RTE.
Chorus:

Leitrim is seething with sedition, it's Sinn Fein through and through.
All the task force have joined the local unit, the post office is the GHQ.
They've a racetrack underground for training Shergar, "no commint" they say to me.
Subversion here is bubblin', oh please take me back to Dublin,
Says your man from RTE.
 

The Man From The Daily Mail Lyrics
 
Now Ireland's a very funny place, sir
It's a strange and a troubled land
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir
Every girl's in the Cumann na mBan
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Now the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir
I spied in an old boreen
A bunch of busy gooses there, sir
Dressed in orange, white and green
They marched to the German goose step
As they whistled Grann na bheal
and I'm shakin' in me shoes
As I'm sending out the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Now the whole place is seething with sedition
It's Sinn Fein through and through
All the peelers they are joining local units
And the password's Sinn Fein too
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

The Man From The Daily Mail Lyrics Chords - Irish Rebel

   
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