Fenian Record Player

Intro 
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[Verso 1]
 
Wee  Willie  John McFadgen was a loyal orange prod 
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Who thought that  Ian Paisley was just  one step down from  God 
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   He thought they ate the children in the backwoods of Ardoyne 
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And he thought that history started with the 
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  Battle of the  Boyne 
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He thought that history started with the 
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  Battle of the  Boyne 
 


[Verso 2]
 
One day he took a brick in his hand and he dandered up the falls 
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He was mumbling up the rangers and humming Derrys walls 
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He broke the big shop window to annoy the 

Pope of  Rome 
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And he took a record player out and then he started home 
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He  took a record player out and then he started home 
 


[Verso 3]
 
Next night they had a hoolie in his local orange hall 
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Wee Willie took his player to make music for the ball 
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He  chose a stack of records of a very loyal kind 
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But  when the music started up he nearly lost his mind 
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But when the music started up he nearly lost his  mind 
 


[Verso 4]
 
This Fenian record player was a rebel to the core 
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It  played the songs the   Orange Hall had  never heard before 

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For Dolly's braes and Derry's walls it didn't give a faint 
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And it speeded up God save the 
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Queen till it sounded like a jig 
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   It speeded up God save the 
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Queen till it sounded like a jig 

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[Verso 5]
 
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   It played the woods of Obden and the wearing of the green 
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Such turmoil in an orange hall has never yet been seen 
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It played the boys of Wexford and the men of 98 
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But when it played the soldier's song it sealed  Wee 
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Willee's fate 
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But when it played the soldier's song it sealed  Wee 
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Willee's  fate 
 


[Verso 6]
 
For the boys were clean demented 

To the ground wee Will was thrown 
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They kicked his ribs in  one by one 
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To the tune of  Garryowen 
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They threw him out the window 

To a song about  Sinn  Féin 
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They kicked him all down  Sandy  Row 
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To a nation once again 
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They kicked him all down  Sandy  Row 
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To a  nation once again 
 


[Verso 7]
 
This Fenian record player was heard 

No never more 
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They plodded it with deacon poles and threw it on the floor 
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But still the funniest sight me boys that 

I have ever seen 
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For the flashes flying  out of it were  orange white and green 
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For the flashes flying  out of it were  orange white and green 
 


[Verso 8]
 
Wee Willys up in the mental home crazy as a coot 
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He sits there in a padded cell and  tootles with his  flute 
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But when he tries to play the sash he always gets it wrong 
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For halfway through he  always finds he's playing the soldier's song 
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For halfway through he  always finds he's playing the soldier's song 
 


[Verso 9]
 
There's a moral to this story but it is 
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I cannot say 
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Baby it's the  ancient verse that crime will never  pay 
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If you  ask wee 

Willie 

McFadgeon he'll say a crime be blowed 
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If you want to pinch a record player do it  up the 

Shankill 
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Road 
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If you want to pinch a record player do it up the Shankill road 

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