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The Clíona, the Meabh and the Mucha The pride of the Irish navy When the Captain he blows on his whistle All the sailors go home for their tea While the army is off in the Kongo In Cyprus or some foreign parts Our navy is strained to the limits Deploying its nautical acts One day from the Russian invader Defending our very odd fish We found it was just the red herring From the signals we got from the cis' The Clíona, the Meabh and the Mucha The pride of the Irish navy When the Captain he blows on his whistle All the sailors go home for their tea Each year they go on manoeuvres To prepare for defence they are keen Sometimes it's the Lakes of Killarney More often the pond in the Green The canal it could be of assistance In defending our own holy ground But due to proposed legislation SongtexteWe'll have to sail all the way round The Clíona, the Meabh and the Mucha The pride of the Irish navy When the Captain he blows on his whistle All the sailors go home for their tea We are a seafaring nation Defence of our land is a right We'd fight like the devil all morning Provided we're home by the night The Clíona, the Meabh and the Mucha The pride of the Irish navy When the Captain he blows on his whistle All the sailors go home for their tea Aus Songtexte Mania