Davitts Fenian Record Player Lyrics

Wee Willie John McFadden was a loyal Ulster Prod
Who thought that Ian Paisley was one step down from God
He scorned the little children, in the backstreets of
Ardoyne
And he thought that history started with the Battle of
the Boyne
And he thought that history started with the Battle of
the Boyne

One day he took the brick in his hands and dandered up
the Falls
He was singing "Up the Rangers" and hummin' Derry's
Walls
He broke the big shop window to annoy the Pope of Rome
He took the record player and then he started home
He took the record player and then he started home

Next night they had a hooley at the local Orange Hall
Wee Willie took his player to make music for the boys
He chose a stack of records of a very loyal kind
But when the music started he nearly lost his mind
But when the music started he nearly lost his mind

This Fenian record player was a rebel to the core It played out songs the Orange Hall had never heard
before
For Golly's Brae and Derry's Walls it didn't give a fig
It speeded up God Save the Queen till it sounded like a
jig
It speeded up God Save the Queen till it sounded like a
jig

Well the boys were plain demented, to the ground Wee
Will was thrown
They kicked his ribs in one by one to the tune of
Garryowen
They threw him out the window to the song of Old Sinn
Fein
They kicked him all down Sandy Row to a Nation Once
Again
They kicked him all down Sandy Row to a Nation Once
Again

There's a moral to this story, what it is I cannot say
Oh maybe its the ancient curse, crime it will not pay
If you ask Wee Willie McFadden, he'll say "You're kind,
you know"
If you want to pinch a record player, do it up the
Shankill Road
If you want to pinch a record player, do it up the
Shankill Road

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