Dubliners - Nelson's Farewell lyrics

Oh, poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo On the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo From his stand of stones and mortar he fell crashing through the quarter Where once he stood so stiff and proud and rude So let's sing our celebration, it's a service to the nation So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo Oh, fifty pounds of gelignite it sped him on his way Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo And the lad that laid the charge, we're in debt to him today Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo In Trafalgar Square it might be fair to leave old Nelson standing there But no one tells the Irish what they'll view Now the Dublin Corporation can stop deliberation For the boys of Ireland showed them what to do For a hundred and fifty seven years it stood up there in state Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo To mark old Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo But one thirty in the morning without a bit of warning Old Nelson took a powder and he blew Now at last the Irish nation has Parnell in higher station Than poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo Oh the Russians and the Yanks, with lunar probes they play Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo And I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo But now the Irish join the race, we have an astronaut in space Ireland, boys, is now a world power too So let's sing our celebration, it's a service to the nation So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo