Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Fenian Record Player 
Wee Willie John McFadden was a loyal Ulster Prod Who thought that Ian Paisley was one step down from God He scorned the little children, in the backstreets of Ardoyne And he thought that history started with the Battle of the Boyne (repeat) 
One day he took the brick in his hands and dandered up the Falls He was singing 'Up the Rangers' and hummin' Derry's Walls He broke the big shop window to annoy the Pope of Rome He took the record player and then he started home (repeat) 
Next night they had a hooley at the local Orange Hall Wee Willie took his player to make music for the boys He chose a stack of records of a very loyal kind But when the music started he nearly lost his mind (repeat) 
This Fenian record player was a rebel to the core It played out songs the Orange Hall had never heard before For Golly's (?) Brae and Derry's Walls it didn't give a fig It speeded up God Save the Queen till it sounded like a jig (repeat) 
Well the boys were plain demented, to the ground Wee Will was thrown They kicked his ribs in one by one to the tune of Garryowen They threw him out the window to the song of Old Sinn Fein They kicked him all down Sandy Row to a Nation Once Again (repeat) 
There's a moral to this story, what it is I cannot say Oh maybe its the ancient curse, crime it will not pay If you ask Wee Willie McFadden, he'll say "you're kind, you know" (?) If you want to pinch a record player, do it up the Shankill Road (repeat)