Happy St. Patsy's Day, America

Oh, Donny Boy

(tune: O Danny Boy
Aka Londonderry Air)

Oh, Donny boy, the bombs, the bombs are falling
From site to site, and o’er the countryside.
Their missiles are gone, and all the tyrants dying.
‘Tis you, ‘tis you must go, and they must bide

Don’t come you back and the ships will be sailing;
Oil when your tirade’s hushed, no more wailing.
‘Tis you who stops everyone from exhaling
Oh Donny boy, oh Donny boy, stop your flailing.

And if you stop before all possible hopes are dying
And we aren’t dead, as dead we well may be,
You can say anything even if you are lying
And claim the world’s bigly-est victory.

And you come home to your homegrown enemy
And all your dream fights still sweet as can be
And you’ll find someone else for your fury.
We will spend less fighting domestically.