Poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air,
Toora loora loora looraloo,
On the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair,
Toora loora loora looraloo,
From his stand of stones and mortar, he fell crashing through the quarter,
Where once he stood so stiff and proud and rude,
So let's sing our celebration, it's a service to the nation.
So poor Admiral Nelson Tooraloo.
Oh fifty pounds of gelignite it sped him on his way,
Toora loora loora looraloo,
And the lad that laid the charge, we're in debt to him today
Toora loora loora looraloo,
In Trafalgar Square it might be fair to leave ould Nelson standing there
But no-one tells the Irish what they'll view.
Now the Dublin Corporation can stop deliberations,
For the boys of Ireland showed them what to do.
For a hundred and fifty seven years it stood up there in state,
Toora loora loora looraloo,
To mark ould Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet,
Toora loora loora looraloo,
But one-thirty in the morning, without a bit of warning,
Ould Nelson took a powder and he blew.
Oh at last the Irish nation has Parnell in higher station
Than poor old Nelson tooraloo
Oh the Russians and the Yanks with lunar probes they play
Toora loora loora looraloo,
And I heard the French are trying hard to make up lost headway
Toora loora loora looraloo,
But now the Irish join the race we have an astronaut in space
Ireland, boys is now a world power too
So let's sing our celebration, it's a service to the nation,
So poor Admiral Nelson tooraloo.
This song was
written to commemorate the removal of the Admiral from his lofty perch overlooking
O'Connell St Dublin. Early one morning in 1966 a bomb removed him from his column.