King George met Joe Devlin a short time ago,
And he said ‘Good morning, how do you do, Joe?
Will you drop into breakfast, and see Mary, too?’
‘Oh, be God then’, said Joe, ‘I don’t mind if I do.’

To the palace they rambled – T.P. he was there,
John Dillon he sat on a plush-covered chair,
‘Will you all’, says Queen Mary , ‘have some Irish stew?’
Oh they roared in one voice, ‘We don’t mind if we do.’

‘Sinn Feiners’, said Georgie, ‘are spoiling my plan.
DeValera, their leader, he seems a strong man.
Will you tell him his flag should be red, white and blue?’
‘It’s no use’, says T.P., ‘he won’t mind if I do.’

‘Behind prison walls they should all be’, said Joe.
‘When you had them in there sure you let them all go.
To spread their sedition each county around,
And to knock out the men with the four hundred pounds.’

‘That’s right’, said T.P., ‘I agree with you there.
The rod on the rebels, oh Georgie, don’t spare!
The whole world over sure they’ve knocked me flat,
I am back from the States with a big empty hat.’

The flag of Sinn Fein everywhere it do fly,
And ‘Down with the Party’ is now Ireland’s cry.
The green, white and orange, alas and alack,
Has taken the place of the old Union Jack.

‘Recruiting’, said Mary, ‘is now very low.
To the trenches in Flanders the Irish won’t go.
Why not try conscription – oh John, what says you?’
‘Oh be God then’, said Joe, ‘there’ll be hell if we do.’