Let
me tell you a story of when men were still men
It
was the brawl of Britannia eighteen hundred and ten
From
the northern hills to the southern dales
They
came from England and Scotland, from Ireland and Wales
There
was bullfighting Billy from the hills of Kildare
And
a Dundonian sailor he was built like a bear
And
the heavyweight champion defending the throne
Was
the Andrew McLarney from Birmingham town
Then
there was Barry the bastard of Wales
And
from Belfast came Jimmy the stone
Let’s
rumble!!! Cried Brendan McKeever the ref
He
was one for the liquor but a tiny bit deaf
So
when the bear took a blow from the stone of Belfast
Brendan
finished his bottle and then started to laugh
What’s
so funny cried bear with a quiver
Half
past eight shouted Brendan McKeever
So
the fighting went on, there was bloodshed and tears
After
five crates of whisky and a few hundred beers
Only
two men remained in the beam from the lamp
It
was bullfighting Billy and McLarney the champ
There
was eyepoking, nose twisting tricks of the worst
But
McKeever the ref didn’t notice at first
He
was pissed in the corner but was saved by the bell
He
got up from the floor, he was crazy as hell
Grabbed
the champ by the balls ‘till he fell
Then
finished bullfighting Billy as well
By
then the crowd had gone wild it was eight nine and ten
And
the brawl of Britannia had come to an end
So
the story is told only one man was left
Raise
your glass the the champion, McKeever the ref.
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