Irish Brigade Supergrass Song
Now when Ireland we rosen up at last
There's the UDR, the Army and the SAS
But the lowest of the low is the foe you do not know
And that's the man they call the supergrass
Singing rifa ter a ludy tera lee
There's no one who can tell a lie like me
You can search until you tire you'll never find a
bigger liar
I'm the supergrass you've seen me on TV
I can name you people I have never seen
I can tell you places I have never been
For if the moneys right I could tell black was white
I could tell you Gerry Adams loves the queen
Spare a thought for poor Kirkpatrick and for Black
Sure they're nervous now that Gilmours got the sack
For they put their trust in villains and they took the
Saxon shillings
Their own hands put the noose around their necks
To my native land I bid a fond farewell
Where I'm going is the one thing I wont tell
But Ill keep a watch behind for if anyman should find
me
The only place I'll ever go is hell
You might see my face in some exotic bar
In New Zealand or far off Africa
I have no friends or relations I betrayed the Irish
nation
Thirty silver pieces doesn't get you far