Says Griffith to Collins, now here's a how do,
This crowd in Four Courts have me in a stew,
Send a wire over to Churchill for a big gun or two,
Sure, Begorra, says Mick, I don't mind if I do.

This Treason must stop 'gainst the Irish Free State,
They still want a Republic, it's sad to relate,
So get the guns ready, 'twill make them feel blue,
Sure, Begorra, says Mick, I don't mind if I do.

I'm thumping the table this six months or more,
Till now I'm not able, my poor fist is sore,
So shell out the Four Courts with aim quick and true,
Sure, Begorra, says Mick, I don't mind if I do.

We'll copy John Bull in whatever we've seen,
And just do what he did in 1916,
For what after all is a building or two,
Sure, Begorra, says Mick, I don't mind if I do.

So the Four Courts they shelled with might and with main,
With the roar of the guns they would near turn your brain,
Oh! Rory, surrender, your time's overdue;
Oh, says Rory, Bedad, I don't mind if I do.

(handwritten addendum:"The political parody of a well known song is a time honoured device, and this one is as scurrilous as any of them.")