Boat To NY

Tá ár lá taghta.

Tiocfaidh ar la agus shábháil ár bpáistí

I can say that but my ancestors couldn't

Unless they wanted to be the end of your bullet

But I guess you needed some sauce for that stolen food. Profit before people, if they don't bleed Brit let them bleed, right?

When you leave, death doesn't.

My northern brothers fall by my hand

And their southern ones by theirs.

Your students will never learn about this pain

So f**k the Brits, and know that I mean that.

They turn a blind eye while we are forced to watch.

Our revenge lays in the laughter of our children.

Unlike our food, they can't take that.

Unlike our language, they can't take that.

Our revenge stands strong, our laughter loud and our pride unbroken.

Erin Go Breagh and f**k the crown.

Author's Note

Boris Johnson is a mad cunt, isn't he?