one easter morn
to a city fair rode I.
there marching lines
of dub'lins fines
in squadrons passed me by....

no pipe did hum
no battle drum
did sound it's loud tattoo.....

sorry Sinead o'conner is catching

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-Seems we got here just in the nick of time. Whats that make us?
--Big damn heros Sir.
-Ain't we just.