The Teddy Bears Head - The Wolfe Tones

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

We’re facing towards America

With our arse 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 passed

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