Nelsons Farewell

	  		
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Oh, poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air. 
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Toora loora loora loora loo! 
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On the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair, 
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Toora loora loora loora loo! 
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From his stand of stones and mortar 
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He fell crashing through the quarter, 
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Where once he stood so stiff and proud and rude. 
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So let's sing our celebration, 
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It's a service to the nation. 
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So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo! 

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Oh, fifty pounds of geliganite it sped him on his way, 
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Toora loora loora loora loo! 
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And the lad that laid the charge, we're in debt to him today. 
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Toora loora loora loora loo! 
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In Trafalgar Square it might be fair 
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To leave old Nelson standing there 
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But no one tells the Irish what they'll view. 
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So the Dublin Corporation 
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Can stop deliberation 
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For the boys of Ireland showed them what to do! 

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For a hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state 
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Toora loora loora loora loo! 
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To mark old Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet, 
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Toora loora loora loora loo! 
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But one-thirty in the morning, 
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Without a bit of warning, 
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Old Nelson took a powder and he blew! 
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Now at last the Irish nation 
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Has Parnell in higher station 
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Than poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo! 

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Oh the Russians and the Yanks, with lunar probes they play, 
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Toora loora loora loora loo! 
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And I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway, 
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Toora loora loora loora loo! 
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But now the Irish join the race, 
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We have an astronaut in space, 
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Ireland, boys, is now a world power too! 
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So let's sing our celebration, 
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It's a service to the nation. 
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So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo! 

Outro: (tin whistle plays Rule Brittania): 

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