Chorus
So its here´s up the rebels get back our teddy´s head
Her face and tail are all her own but her brains are 
foreign land.

On the outskirts of Europe in the Atlantic so dear
There´s a country called old Ireland that looks like a 
teddy bear
It´s an island that´s split in two - with a border in 
her head
Her face and tail are all her own but her brains are 
foreign land

Chorus

Her face is o'er in Donegal her brains are in Belfast
Her arms outstreched in Galway for the friends that do 
go past
Her hair is on the North Coast in Derry, Antrim, Down
I am sure this head would be better off without the 
bloody crown

Chorus

Her Back Bone´s on the East Coast from Dublin to 
Dundalk
Her legs and feet in Kerry they have shoes that never 
walked
Her backside´s from Cork to Wexford her heart is in the 
Midlands
We´re facing towards America with our ***** to England

Chorus

So listen proud Brittania to what I say to you
Would you like it if your head was owned by someone 
quite untrue
And they planted foreign fleas to mix in with your 
breed
Before another year had passed you´d never know your 
creed