The Lid of My Granny's Bin - Blackthorn

As I was climbing inlo bed

At me poor Branny’s side

I looked out the window;

The Brits had arrived.

The house was surrounded;

They smashed the front door in.

They’ve come to take away

The lid of me Granny’s bin.

Well she opened up her window

And she clambend down the spout.

Soon her bin was rattling

To call the neighbours out.

She took out her whistle

And blew away like hell

And soon we heard an echo

As the neighbours blew as well.

cho: With a Scream.

Bang, Shout.

Rattle up a din.

Let the army know.

me Girls,

The Brits is comin' in.

Now rattle up your bin lid.

Beat the message out.

Get your head down.

Whistle.

Bang, Shout!

A Tommy came right upstairs

A rifle in his hand.

She kicked him with her button boots

As down the hall she ran.

Up came another one

His medal for to win

But all he got right on the gob

Was the lid of me Granny’s bin.

The music rose like thunder

As the bins and whistles played.

The enemy soon retreated.

They knew they’d overstayed.

It wasn’t made of silver,

It wasn’t made of tin.

But once again it saved us all

The lid of me Granny’s bin.

The English have the telly,

The radio and press;

To all communications

They’ve always had access.

But from Pettigo to Bellaghy

From the Bone to Castlefin,

The only way to spread the news

Is rattle your Granny’s bin.