Let’s bomb the IRA
Let’s low them all away
Let’s make this land a safer place
On their Saint Paddy’s Day

Let’s throw the bastards out
Let’s leave the world no doubt
Let’s make our Britain free from fear
In one large final rout

It’s not the Irish I condemn
Because we owe a lot to them
It just those gangsters masked in green
I’d like to see descend

Into the fiery pits of Hell
It should suit them very well
Where they can burn for all their crimes
And reasons to rebel

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By John H Thomas Jr

How can any one defend?
Murderers, I contend
Using women, children as their prey
To glorify their end

Why can’t they sit and talk
Not go about to stalk
The innocent folk of this fair land
Who bear none any fault

Let’s bomb the IRA
Let’s blow them all away
Let’s make this land a safer place
On their Saint Paddy’s Day

Let’s bomb the IRA
Let’s show them all today
That Britain can not, will not, stand
The "friggin’" IRA