Wolfe Tones - You'll never beat the irish lyrics

In eleven sixty-seven, they came to Ireland on the make They were followed by invasions and by conquests in their wake The Kings and Queens of England made the land a battleground They took the land by fraud, defeat; by murder, poison, and deceit! Murder, plunder fallaballa, clear the way Cheating, stealing, diddly-idel-day Ducking, diving, fallaballa, clear the way Diddly-aidel-doh, diddly-aidel-day Then by the fifteenth century they held precariously to the Pale The invaders were more Irish than the Irish, that's the tale A fat greedy king (called Henry)'s dick was bigger than his brain Imposed a reformation- confiscating usurpation! You'll never beat the Irish, no matter what you do You can put us down and keep us out, but we'll come back again You know we are the fighting Irish and we'll fight until the end You know, you should have known: You'll never beat the Irish The virgin Queen, Elizabeth, brought more turmoil to our land She decimated Munster, scorched the earth and all at hand Then James the first and Charles the Mad brought out other greedy bands They took the land of Ulster, k**ed their Chieftains- poisoned, plundered! Murder, plunder fallaballa, clear the way Cheating, stealing, diddly-idel-day Ducking, diving, fallaballa, clear the way Diddly-aidel-doh, diddly-aidel-day -And by defective titles, they cheated Connaught and the west Across the seventeenth century from war we had no rest For the curse of Cromwell plagued the land, 'til our towns were red with blood Then the Battle of the Boyne was fought by William, James and foreign hoards You'll never beat the Irish, no matter what you do You can put us down and keep us out, but we'll come back again You know we are the fighting Irish and we'll fight until the end You know, you should have known: You'll never beat the Irish