The ships they sailed to Dublin's bay, their coats so red in the light of day
The locals hide their golds away, but chuckle as the Brits do stray
The Guinness pours, they cannot sup, for laughter at the redcoats' luck
The fiddles play a merry tune, we jest 'bout those from 'cross the dune
If I were a poet, me words would scoff and muse upon how they got lost
Oh, down the cobblestones they roam, feigning like they rule this home
In the pubs where tales are spun, beneath the wake of setting sun
Their maps all twisted, upside down, they wander far from London's crown
The lasses laugh behind their hands, the lads make jests at redcoat bands
Their orders stiff, as stout does flow, in Irish jest, the night does grow
[Chorus]
O we'll sing and dance, and the joke's on them
In Dublin's heart, we're the hidden gem
They raid our houses, beg and plunder
Right after their, loud cannon thunder
Our kids o they dare to stay
while watching them like mindless prey
Their muskets shine, but not their wits, trailing mud on cobblestone bits
The city laughs, we know the game, their empire's pride, our local fame
Another round, we'll toast their tries, while they march under Irish skies
They claim they come to civilize, but can't tell whiskey from their spies
[Verse 3]
They speak of order, lines so straight, but can't navigate our city's gate
A toast, my friends, to their parade, in uniforms grandly mislaid
The ladies curtsey, always missin'
Faint amusement in their kissin'
Brits confused by lilt and sway, as Dublin's daughters lead astray
The craic is mighty, tales are spun
Mischief under the emerald sun
[Chorus]
O we'll dance and jest till the dawn's first light