One early morning in the year of 'sixty six,
A band of Irish laddies were knocking up some tricks,
They thought Horatio Nelson had over stayed a mite,
So they helped him on his way with some sticks of gelignite.
The Irish population came from miles around,
To see the English hero lying on the ground,
The Dublin Corporation had no funds to have it done,
With the pillar blew to pieces by the tonne, tonne, tonne.
A crowd of lads and lassies from a dance nearby came out,
To see the bits of Nelson lying all about,
A gossoon from the Coombe says we'll have to have a care,
In case the Corporation put King Billy there.