Traditional Irish Folk Song

They come over here and they take all our land They chop off our heads and they boil them in oil Our children are leaving and we have no heads We drink and we sing and we drink and we die We have no heads No, we have no heads They come over here and they chop off our legs They cut off our hands and put nails in our eyes O'Grady is dead and O'Hanrahan's gone We drink and we die and continue to drink O'Hanrahan No O'Hanrahan They buried O'Neill down in Country Shillhame The poor children crying and fe dee din de Hin fle di din fle di din fle de din de In hey bibble bibble hey bibble bibble hey fle bibble hey O'Hanrahan No O'Hanrahan We drink and we sing and we drink and we sing (Hey!) We drink and we drive and we puke and we drink (Hey!) We drink and we fight and we bleed and we cry (Hey!) We puke and we smoke and we drink and we die (Hey!)