MAN FROM MULLINGAR
Well you can [G] talk and write and [C] boast about your [G] Fenains and your [D] clans.
And how the boys from
And [G] view a little [C] codger who came [G] out without a [D] scar
His name was Paddy Mulligan, the [D7] Man from Mullin[G]gar.
The [G] peelers chased him out of Conne[D]marra
For [G] beating up the valiant Scian O’[D]Hara.
And [C] when he came to [G] Ballymote he [Am] stole the parsons’ [G] car
And he gave it to the bishop in the [D7] town of Mullin[G]gar.
Oh, seven hundred peelers couldn’t [D] catch him!
The [G] king sent out an order for to [D] lash him!
When [C] Paddy came to [G] Dublin town he [C] stole an armoured [G] car
And he gave it to the IRA Bri[D7]gade in Mullin[G]gar.
On Easter Monday morning when the boys declared a sound
Paddy raised the flag of war down in his native town.
First he went out to make his peace with dear old Father Maher
He went out a blew the barracks up and the man from Mullingar.
And when Ireland takes her place among the nations of the world
A flag of orange, white and green to the forewinds is unfurled.
You’ll read the roll of honour and you’ll find with a marked scar –
The name of Sarsfield Mulligan, the man from Mullingar!