Then daddy comes home from work
He falls in and goes berserk
The priest calls around for tea
He always seems so terribly lonely
Talks of industrial school
As he looks at me so cruel
Well, they marched in Amerikay
Well they danced down Cricklewood way
Well they sang around Botany Bay
Da fought the Black and Tans
And we ne'er saw Dan anymore
We all have to walk to Cobh
A family of 13, both young and old
To a room and a ditch cross the sea
Well, they marched in Amerikay
Well they danced down Cricklewood way
Well they sang around Botany Bay