INDECISION

I’m an Irishman born, from County Tyrone.

You know that it’s one of the Six.

The place of my birth I would never disown

Bur I’m just in a bit of a fix.

I love Mother Eireann, as well, I’ll allow

As a man from the South or the West

But I’m living on Public Assistance just now

And I love Mother England the best.

Now some fellows say that I ought to be shot

And dumped in some handy boghole

But a bob or two extra can mean quite a lot

To a fellow who’s drawin’ the Dole.

I like DeValera – a glorious chap,

Costello, MacBride and the rest,

But a laddie called Butler’s * the man in the gap

And I like Mr. Butler the best.

I don’t want Partition, no more than the next

I would like to be one of the “ Boys ”

But preaching sedition was never my text

And batons are dangerous toys.

I would part with the Border, and not shed a tear,

And yet – if it came to the test –

The family allowance is more over here

And I love Mother England the best.

So I just Carry on, and I’ll try to have sense

Tho’ my neighbour may be in the “ Dumps “

I think that it’s safer to sit on the fence

‘Till we see how the ‘pussycat’ jumps.

So – Ireland – I love you, Acushla Machree,

Emerald Gem of the West  

But sometimes of the flesh-pots get whisperin’ to me

And I love Mother England the best.