Poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air
Toora loora loora loora loora loo
On the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair
Toora loora loora loora loora loo
From his stand of stone and mortar
He fell crashing thru' the quarter
Where once he stood so still and proud and rude
So let's sing our celebration
It's a service to the nation
So poor old Admiral Nelson tooraloo

Oh fifty pounds of gelegnite it sped him on his way
Toora loora loora loora loo
And the lad that laid the charge, we're in dept to him today
Toora loora loora loora loo
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 loora loo
To mark old Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet
Toora loora loora loora loo
But one-thirty in the morning
Without a bit of warning
Old 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 loora loo
And I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway
Toora loora loora loora loo
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 old Admiral Nelson tooraloo