Nelsons Farewell
The Dubliners
Intro: #1 Oh poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air. Toora loora loora loora loo! On the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair Toora loora loora loora loo! From his stand of stones and mortar He fell crashing through the quarter Where once he stood so stiff and proud and rude. So let’s sing our celebration It’s a service to the nation. So poor old Admiral Nelson toora loo! #2: Oh fifty pounds of geliganite it sped him on his way Toora loora loora loora loo! And the lad that laid the charge we’re in debt to him today. Toora loora loora loora loo! In Trafalgar Square it might be fair To leave old Nelson standing there But no one tells the Irish what they’ll view. So the Dublin Corporation Can stop deliberation For the boys of Ireland showed them what to do! #3: For a hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state Toora loora loora loora loo! To mark old Nelson’s victory o’er the French and Spanish fleet Toora loora loora loora loo! But one-thirty in the morning Without a bit of warning Old Nelson took a powder and he blew! Now at last the Irish nation Has Parnell in higher station Than poor old Admiral Nelson toora loo! #4: Oh the Russians and the Yanks with lunar probes they play Toora loora loora loora loo! And I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway Toora loora loora loora loo! But now the Irish join the race We have an astronaut in space Ireland boys is now a world power too! So let’s sing our celebration It’s a service to the nation. So poor old Admiral Nelson toora loo! Outro: (tin whistle plays Rule Brittania):
