The Man From Mullingar

You can talk and write and boast about your Fenains and your clans
And how the boys from County Cork beat up the Black and Tans
Now view a little codger who came out without a scar
His name was Paddy Mulligan, the Man from Mullingar

The peelers chased him out of Connemarra
For beating up the match-man, Dan O'Hara
And when he came to Ballymote, he stole the parson's car
And he sold it to the bishop in the town of Mullingar
Oh, seven hundred peelers couldn't catch him
The king sent out an order for to lash him
When Paddy came to Dublin town, he stole an armoured car
And he gave it to the IRA Brigade in Mullingar

On Easter Monday when the boys did hear the bugle's sound
Paddy raised the flag of war down in his native town
First he went to make his peace with dear old Father Maher
And then he blew the barracks up and wrecked half of Mullingar

When Ireland takes her place among the nations of the world
A flag of orange, white and green to the fore winds is unfurled
Then you will find the roll of honour is marked up with a star
For Patrick Sarsfield Mulligan, the man from Mullingar