The Man From Mullingar - Derek Warfield

You can talk and write and boast about your Fenains and your clans

And how the boys from County Cork beat up the Black and Tans

Now view a little codger who came out without a scar

His name was Paddy Mulligan, the Man from Mullingar

The peelers chased him out of Connemarra

For beating up the match-man, Dan O’Hara

And when he came to Ballymote, he stole the parson’s car

And he sold it to the bishop in the town of Mullingar

Oh, seven hundred peelers couldn’t catch him

The king sent out an order for to lash him

When Paddy came to Dublin town, he stole an armoured car

And he gave it to the IRA Brigade in Mullingar

On Easter Monday when the boys did hear the bugle’s sound

Paddy raised the flag of war down in his native town

First he went to make his peace with dear old Father Maher

And then he blew the barracks up and wrecked half of Mullingar

When Ireland takes her place among the nations of the world

A flag of orange, white and green to the fore winds is unfurled

Then you will find the roll of honour is marked up with a star

For Patrick Sarsfield Mulligan, the man from Mullingar