Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Teddy Bear's Head, The Brian Warfield 
On the outskirts of Europe in the Atlantic so dear There´s a country called old Ireland that looks like a teddy bear It´s an island that´s split in two - with a border in her head Her face and tail are all her own but her brains are foreign land 
So its here´s up the rebels get back our teddy´s head Her face and tail are all her own but her brains are foreign land. 
Her face is o'er in Donegal her brains are in Belfast Her arms outstreched in Galway for the friends that do go past Her hair is on the North Coast in Derry, Antrim, Down I am sure this head would be better off without the bloody crown 
Her Back Bone´s on the East Coast from Dublin to Dundalk Her legs and feet in Kerry they have shoes that never walked Her backside´s from Cork to Wexford her heart is in the Midlands We´re facing towards America with our ***** to England 
So listen proud Brittania to what I say to you Would you like it if your head was owned by someone quite untrue And they planted foreign fleas to mix in with your breed Before another year had passed you´d never know your creed