Now mad Maggie Thatcher we'd like you to know,
You're trying to push us where we don't want to go.
But long before Dublin, our future can tell
We'll see you in Hades, aye we'll see you in bell, for

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Ulster says no, no, no, Ulster says no, no,
Six into twenty-six never will go.

Now Thatcher and Kinnock and Owen and Steel,
You don't really know us or know how we feel,
But you must think we're barmy if at Dublin's request,
You think Ulster will ever say yes.

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And some day we'll paint up her treacherous name,
And hang it from Harland and Wolf's tallest crane,
And in effigy high there we'll burn the remains,
Of mad Maggie Thatcher in bright orange flames.

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