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Oh, poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air.
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Toora loora loora loora loo!
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On the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair,
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Toora loora loora loora loo!
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From his stand of stones and mortar
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He fell crashing through the quarter,
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Where once he stood so stiff and proud and rude.
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So let's sing our celebration,
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It's a service to the nation.
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So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo!
#2:
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Oh, fifty pounds of geliganite it sped him on his way,
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Toora loora loora loora loo!
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And the lad that laid the charge, we're in debt to him today.
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Toora loora loora loora loo!
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In Trafalgar Square it might be fair
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To leave old Nelson standing there
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But no one tells the Irish what they'll view.
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So the Dublin Corporation
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Can stop deliberation
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For the boys of Ireland showed them what to do!
#3:
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For a hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state
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Toora loora loora loora loo!
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To mark old Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet,
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Toora loora loora loora loo!
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But one-thirty in the morning,
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Without a bit of warning,
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Old Nelson took a powder and he blew!
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Now at last the Irish nation
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Has Parnell in higher station
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Than poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo!
#4:
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Oh the Russians and the Yanks, with lunar probes they play,
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Toora loora loora loora loo!
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And I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway,
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Toora loora loora loora loo!
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But now the Irish join the race,
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We have an astronaut in space,
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Ireland, boys, is now a world power too!
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So let's sing our celebration,
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It's a service to the nation.
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So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo!
Outro: (tin whistle plays Rule Brittania):
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