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The Ballad of Brian Boru
Through peat bog marsh and emerald glen
He raised his sword and struck again
Against the horde that would up-end
The sacred shores of Ireland
BORU...BORU...BORU!
The Vikings with their evil eye
He kicked their arse and made them cry
Never to be seen again
From the cliffs of Ireland
BORU...BORU...BORU!
He cast out that Germanic Lot
Of bulbous nose and sniveling snot
That snarfed and sneezed upon the sands
The scared shores of Ireland
BORU...BORU...BORU!
The I.P.R.S. he saved that day
With sword in hand among the fray
Plants and blossoms everywhere
The emerald Isle shall never go bare
BORU!!!
(left) Replica of the Sword of Brian Boru
by IRPS Historian & Artist Susan Falcone
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Legend of Brian Boru