Clear the Way

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John Montague - Pop

Clear the Way

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Jimmy Drummond used bad language at school All the four-letter words, like a drip from a drain At six he knew how little children were born As well he might, since his mother bore nine Six after her soldier husband left for the wars Under the motto of the Inniskillings, Clear the way! When his body returned from England The authorities told them not to unscrew the lid To see the remnants of Fuselier Drummond inside A chancy hand grenade had left nothing to hide And Jimmy's mother was pregnant at the graveside — Clear the way, and nothing to hide Love came to her punctually each springtime Settling in the ditch with some laboring man: "It comes over you, you just have to lie down." Her only revenge on her hasty lovers Was to call each child after its father Which the locals admired, and seeing her saunter To collect the pension of her soldier husband Trailed by her army of baby Irregulars

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  • John Montague