From the recording Waveleaplights
Lyrics
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty?
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
Of the Magazine Wall
Hump, helmet and all
He was one time our King of the Castle
Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip
And from Green street he'll be sent by order of His Worship
To the penal jail of Mountjoy
To the jail of Mountjoy!
Jail him and joy
He was fafafather of all schemes for to bother us
Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populacе
Mare's milk for the sick, sevеn dry Sundays a week
Openair love and religion's reform
And religious reform
Hideous in form
Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?
I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling
Like the bumping bull of the Cassidys
All your butter is in your horns
His butter is in his horns
Butter his horns!
So snug he was in his hotel premises sumptuous
But soon we'll bonfire all his trash, tricks and trumpery
And 'tis short till sheriff Clancy'll be winding up his unlimited company
With the bailiff's bom at the door
Bimbam at the door
Then he'll bum no more
Sweet bad luck on the waves that washed to our island
The hooker of that hammerfast viking
And Gall's curse on the day when Eblana bay
Saw his black and tan man-o'-war
Saw his man-o'-war
On the harbour bar
Then we'll have a free trade Gael's band and mass meeting
For to sod him the brave son of Scandiknavery
And we'll bury him down in Oxmanstown
Along with the devil and the Danes
With the deaf and dumb Danes
And all their remains
And not all the king's men nor his horses
Will resurrect his corpus
For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell
That's able to raise a Cain
to raise a Cain
to raise a Cain