Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
SPOKEN:
Many songs are sung and written about Emmett, Pearse and Tone
But no one knows that son of Ireland who loved to chew a bone
A patriot so fearless who fought doggedly for his nation
Not a Catholic or a Protestant but a bloody big Alsatian
SING:
Way back in 1920 when the troubles were real bad
The Black and Tans were searching houses driving people mad
Many Irish men and women lent a hand to help the cause
Here’s the story of a hero that lent a pair of paws
Chorus:
And it was Fido hid the hand grenade for me
When the tans came round search the house at tea
I said Fido take this eat he thought it was a tin of meat
`Twas Fido hid the hand grenade for me
The Black and Tans they search the house but not a thing was found
They looked for guns and bullets but they never checked the hound
They scorned and mocked and jeered us with their laughter and their tone
When Fido just exploded and went Phffft… around the room
Chorus:
And it was Fido hid the hand grenade for me
When the tans came round search the house at tea
The Tans said ‘cuse me mate was that something your dog ate
`Twas Fido hid the hand grenade for me
The Tans went out in terror Fido saved us one and all
So we looked at him as laid there on the ceiling floor and wall
Another martyr for ould Ireland by Britannia cruelly slain
Some day up there I hope he’ll be an Alsatian once again
CODA:
An Alsatian once again an Alsatian once again
And Fido who’s now in Millen’s will be
An Alsatian once again