Prologue
farewell to Ulster
so matter of fact
when speaking your mind
there’s no need for tact
a spade is a spade
and a black crow is white
sure other’s opinions
are never quite right
farewell to Ulster
there’s no more to say
i seen what you’re up to
i’m going away
your mountains are molehills
your accent is flat
i’m off to London
to see where that’s at