Future English invaders in training
Running amok
Bust that lock
Plunder and pillage
Good old English youths
Keeping the home fires burning
Stealing all that’s not tied down
It’s riches they are yearning
They are the new English invaders
In training
Today an unruly mob
Tomorrow they’ll be reigning
The English are at it again
Bullying by force
Taking what’s not theirs
It seems nobody cares
The victims can only wait
Prisoners in their own home
As the villains lay in wait
There is some good news
These particular English
Are leaving Ireland alone
They are practising by robbing
From their own
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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