Well how do you do, Reverend William McCrae?
I see from the papers that you've gone away
Like Major and Thatcher, all yesterday's men
And you never will walk in Westminster again

Well now how does it feel when you haven't a voice?
When the one who's elected is not the man of your choice?
Well your Stormont is gone, now your Westminster too
It's the start of the end for the red, white and blue

Wеll you can march to Dunloy, you can march to Drumcree
You can march up the mountains and into the sea!
Oh, but you nеver will march over the green flag again
You've been stopped in your tracks by the man from Sinn Féin

Well now how does it feel, Reverend William McCrae?
To know that your voters have all gone away?
Well, don't give up your night job you could still be a star
With "King Rat" as your agent you won't go too far

Well the sun now it shines on mid-Ulster today
The people are happy, they've all had their say
Oh with Martin and with Gerry who won in Belfast
The votes they are counted - the die, it is cast

Well you can march to Dunloy, you can march to Drumcree
You can march up the mountains and into the sea!
Oh, but you never will march over the green flag again
You've been stopped in your tracks by the man from Sinn Féin
You can march to Dunloy, you can march to Drumcree
You can march up the mountains and into the sea!
Oh, but you never will march over the green flag again
You've been stopped in your tracks by the man from Sinn Féin

No, you never will march over the green flag again
You've been stopped in your tracks by the man from Sinn Féin