No Irish, no Catholics,
No jobs, no trade,
No priest, no church,
No sanctuary to pray.
Send them all back
Send them back home,
Ship them back to Ireland,
Send them to were they belong.
Let them live with poverty
Let them live with the squalor,
Let these migrants starve
Let them die and suffer.
Keep Scotland protestant
No Irish, Catholic faith.
This is the reception
Our ancestors faced.
Dec’6th 2006
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