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Man from the Daily Mail
Traditional; circa 1920.
notes: The Daily Mail is a newspaper covering British interests in Ireland.
The Man from the Daily Mail

     D                                                    G                           D
Oh, Ireland is a very funny place, sir; it’s a strange and troubled land
                                                           A                                 Bm
The Irish are a very funny race, sir; every girl's in the Cumann na mBan.
        D                                              G               D
Every doggy has a tri-colored ribbon tied firmly to its tail
       G                                         D
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’ if there be another risin’
                              A       D
Said the man from the Daily Mail

                                                    Bm
Every bird, upon my word, is singin’: Trebble! I’m a rebel!
       D                                                                A                     A7
Every hen and jay, they’re layin’ hand-grenades over there, sir. . . I declare, sir
     G                       D                       G    D   G    D  A
And every cock in the farmyard stock is crowin’ for the Gael
       G                                            D
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’ If there’d be another risin’
                              A      D
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Well, the other day I traveled down to Claire, sir
And I spied in an old boreen such a bunch of Feinians there, sir
Dressed in orange, white and green
They were marchin’ to the German goose-step and whistlin’ Grannuaille
And I'm shakin' in me shoes as I'm gettin' out the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird, upon my word, is singin’: “Trebble! I’m a rebel!�
Every hen and jay, they’re layin’ hand-grenades over there, sir. . . I declare, sir
And every cock in the farmyard stock is crowin’ for the Gael
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’ If there’d be another risin’
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Oh, the country, it is seethin’ with sedition, it’s Sinn Fein through and through
All the people there are joinin’ the Provisionals and the password's Sinn Fein, too.
The IRA have sent me a time-bomb in the mail
So be Jasus and beghora, I’ll be gettin’ out tomorow
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird, upon my word, is singin’: “Trebble! I’m a rebel!�
Every hen and jay, they’re layin’ hand-grenades over there, sir. . . I declare, sir
And every cock in the farmyard stock is crowin’ for the Gael
And it wouldn’t be surprisin’ If there’d be another risin’
Said the man from the Daily Mail