Testo Nelson's Farewell

Nelson's FarewellPoor old adm'ral Nelson is no longer in the airToora loora loora loora looOn the eighth day of March in Dublin City fairToora loora loora loora looFrom his stand of stone and mortarHe fell crashing thru' the quarterWhere once he stood so stiff and proud and rudeSo let's sing our celebrationIt's a service to the nationSo poor old adm'ral Nelson, tooralooOh fifty pounds of gelignite it sped him on his wayToora loora loora loora looAnd the lad that laid the chargeWe're in debt to him todayToora loora loora loora looIn Trafalgar Square it might be fairTo leave old Nelson standing thereBut no one tells the Irish what they'll viewNow the Dublin CorporationCan stop deliberationsFor the boys of Ireland showed them what to doFor hundred and fifty seven yearsIt stood up there in stateToora loora loora loora looTo mark old Nelson's victoryO'er the French and Spanish fleetToora loora loora loora looBut one-thirty in the morningWithout a bit of warningOld Nelson took a powder and he blewOh at last the Irish nationHas Parnell in higher stationThan poor old Nelson tooralooOh the Russians and the YanksWith lunar probes they playToora loora loora loora looAnd I hear the French are tryingHard to make up lost headwayToora loora loora loora looBut now the Irish join the raceWe have an astronaut in spaceIreland, boys, is now a world power tooSo let's sing our celebrationIt's a service to the nationSo poor old adm'ral Nelson tooraloo