Alchemisland

I’m howling out on the downs, chowing down on unwary Americans

Yankees come to Ireland with genetic percentages and Planxty records

It’s pathetic but we use a fake front as a weapon: your money we get it

Get your planes out of Shannon, fire Musk out of a cannon

But keep planning holidays here, visit the cottage of your aunty:

Nuala Flanagan, bless her Saint Antony, left Nobber during the famine

Haven’t seen the family, hope it’s a fine day in the valley because I won’t be here again

It it makes profit we’ll have it, make them cough up their bag

Aran sweater costing an arm leg and the bandage on average

We don’t find one sixth Irish valid but no isn’t on the ballot like government was a fascist

I don’t care provided I can dull my inner savage with leaves of devil’s cabbage

Know a Yank travelling by the amount of baggage, by the ‘stache and bright wax jacket

Acting pal-y provided you’re flashing cash, not buying up family fields fed with seaweed

Otherwise you’ll catch hands by the riverbank, send Sean Bean to plant your ankles.