Song parody of
Joyce of the Market
by The Pinkerettes
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You were once called a country of potato diggers
And most of your fun was drinking and cattle raids.
Your cycle of life was suffering, endurance, destruction And coffin ships sailing across the great sea.
Like Polish folk you fought against your opressor
But your blunderbuss was helpless against the red coats
And like Polish folk you caught the patriotic virus
And you have your worthies burried in Pere Lachese.
But your bondage drowned in the Irish sea
And the shamrock now reigns imperial
And because you traded the Scotch for double Irish
You are tycoons of the Western world
You’ve eaten the salmon of knowledge and ingested the oil
And you hardened your tormented Joyce into the joys of the market.
No longer druids, but an island of saints and scholars
Like Polish folk you put on the popish cloak
You had your country governed by encyclicals
And bishop McQuaid trying to stop a football match.
One of your parties even got excommunicated
And your men of the cloth were bringing governments down
Like Polish Commies your Church had a „special position”
Under your own not so romantic 44.
But then your daily mores were decriminalised
And the Irish harp now sings of freedom
And corporate horns are blaring Resurrection
And the migrant tide is turning back
You’ve eaten the salmon of knowledge and ingested the oil
And you hardened your tormented Joyce into the joys of the market.
You were once called a country of potato diggers
And most of your fun was drinking and cattle raids.
Your cycle of life was suffering, endurance, destruction And coffin ships sailing across the great sea.
Like Polish folk you fought against your opressor
But your blunderbuss was helpless against the red coats
And like Polish folk you caught the patriotic virus
And you have your worthies burried in Pere Lachese.
But your bondage drowned in the Irish sea
And the shamrock now reigns imperial
And because you traded the Scotch for double Irish
You are tycoons of the Western world
You’ve eaten the salmon of knowledge and ingested the oil
And you hardened your tormented Joyce into the joys of the market.
No longer druids, but an island of saints and scholars
Like Polish folk you put on the popish cloak
You had your country governed by encyclicals
And bishop McQuaid trying to stop a football match.
One of your parties even got excommunicated
And your men of the cloth were bringing governments down
Like Polish Commies your Church had a „special position”
Under your own not so romantic 44.
But then your daily mores were decriminalised
And the Irish harp now sings of freedom
And corporate horns are blaring Resurrection
And the migrant tide is turning back
You’ve eaten the salmon of knowledge and ingested the oil
And you hardened your tormented Joyce into the joys of the market.
