THE  GREAT  S.A.S.

 

By

SEAMUS  ROBINSON    © 1976

 

 

(1)

Now in seventy-six, Britain at her oul tricks,

Said:  Gentlemen – here’s what to do –

Send for our best – that’s the great S.A.S.

They’ll soon show those Paddies who’s who.

 

( CHORUS )

O there’ll be such a mess of your great S.A.S.,

If ever they venture our way –

For we are the boys who will give them no joys –

We’re the boys of the bold I.R.A.

 

(2)

Soon your great supermen on their knees will be prayin’,

And wishing back home they could be –

Just watch how they’ll run from an armalite gun –

Sure, we’ll beat them right into the sea.

 

(3)

We sent your Green Jackets back home in wee packets,

Until we could send you no more –

And we posted your Paras across in wheel-barrows –

And left them all feeling quite sore.

 

(4)

Britannia, my dear, won’t you please listen here,

Attention you really must pay –

You can do what you want, you can rave, you can rant –

But you can’t beat the bold  I.R.A.

 

 

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