A song of hate

A song of hate

Five verse song about an Irishman and the trouble R/T girls have with him.

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A SONG OF HATE

Paddy is an Irishman
May Paddy come to grief
Sad we wish this on him
But his arguing is beyond belief

Paddy is an Officer
With two rings upon his sleeve
But the trouble we R/T [inserted] ‘s [/inserted] [deleted] girls [/deleted] have with him
You really wouldn’t believe

With his hair as red as carrots
And his stock of Irish blarney
He thinks that he knows everything
But we all think he’s barmy

All through our hours of duty
Eight, twelve or even more
We R/T OPS have to suffer
His arguementive [sic] roar

Paddy likes his tea sweet
But never was [deleted] a [/deleted] man so sour
If only we could heave him
From the top of our watch tower