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Sever his penis
Sever his foreskin
Give us the head
Throw his appendages to the McDonaghs
He's better off dead
Pushing through the mob
To reach the other

James Larkin

The Dubliners

The Best of Dubliners [Culture Club]

2000

and Plunkett
They shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave
From bleak Kilmainham they took Ceannt's body
To Arbour Hill and a quicklime grave
But last of all

Song for Simon

Gerry Rafferty

Gerry Rafferty

1978

the day will bring, it could bring anything
Who knows if we'll still be here, we could be there.

Mrs. McDonagh was playing her banjo and singing a sweet

at em, no need to lash at em
I'm cold as Canada, shots on ice like I'm McDonagh
I got a bag running, but keep a bag on me
Only hundreds I roll it up in my

My name's Mr. John McDonagh
I'll tell you I'm an Honest John 
I'll tell you I'll pay you later on
But it's a trick
I'm John the Con
I'm John the Con,

now he bout to turn y'all clique into runners (Runnin')
And when we done with the drill, we make a movie like McDonagh
And I'm fuckin' on the baddest