A Final Toast For Oliver Cromwell Lyrics

Listen up alley scum
Loiter-sacks, scurvy bums
We've gathered in here this day
To the wake for a man
Who conquered the land
And then ruled with an iron hand

So I beg thee to stand
Parting glass in your hand
Cause we buried him today
Put away knife and fork
Chew and swallow that pork
And, please, raise your glass and say

Here's to you Cromwell
May you burn in hell
In a hole dug just for you
Where the king of lies
Poke you in your eyes
And put needles in your shoes

He can take a stick
Shove it up your prick
And then brake it 'cross his knee
Worms will eat your guts
Horses kick your nuts
It would be a sight to see

You're a shit, lunatic
And a sick witless prick
You're the shart of the human race
Now you must dwell
In Alighieri's hell
Where you will share Brutus place

We will dance, laugh and sing
Drink good ale, bells will ring
As the coffin makes your bed
So join with your mate
In the song, celebrate
Cause the bastard's finally dead

Here's to you Cromwell
May the imps of hell
Bring all nettles sprung in March
That would ever stand
Upon Irish land
And then shove them up your arse

You'll get mauled by bears
For a thousand years
Pass ten kidney stones a day
And if I as well
Am fated for hell
I will gladly join the...

Here's to you Cromwell
May you burn in hell
In a hole dug just for you
Where the king of lies
Poke you in your eyes
And put needles in your shoes

You'll get mauled by bears
For a thousand years
Pass ten kidney stones a day
And if I as well
Am fated for hell
I will gladly join the fray