Here's up the rebels, get back our teddy's head Her face and tail are all her own But her brains are foreign led On the outskirts of Europe in Atlantic so dear There's a country called old Ireland That looks like a teddy bear It's an island that splits in two With the border in her head Her face and tail are all her own But her brains are foreign led Her face is o'er in Donegal Her brains are in Belfast Her arms outstretched in Galway For her friends that do go past Her hair is on the north coast In Derry, Antrim, Down I'm sure this head would be better off Without the bloody crown Her backbone's on the east coast From Dublin to Dundalk Her legs and feet in Kerry They have shoes that never walked Her backside's in Cork and Wexford Her heart in Midlands Where facing towards America With her head to England So listen proud Britannia To what I say to you Would you like if your head was owned By someone quite untrue And they planted foreign fleas To mix in with your breed Before another year has pa**ed You'd never know your creed On the outskirts of Europe in Atlantic so dear There's a country called old Ireland That looks like a teddy bear It's an island that splits in two With the border in her head Her face and tail are all her own But her brains are foreign led