Gael

A trout from the river pool, a staff from the wood, and a deer from the moor - "thefts" of which no Gael was ever ashamed.

For the great Gaels of Ireland Are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, And all their songs are sad.

For England knows and England fears the famous Northern Gael and that's another reason why we'll free our lads in Crumlin Jail.

Every cock in the farmyard stock crows a triumph to the Gael and it wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising said the man from the Daily Mail.