Plastic Fenians and False Allegiances

In the Emerald Hills where the shamrocks grow. Come tales of the bold and

the true of old. But now rise the shadows, the false and

the low. Plastic Fenians who kneel to Islam behold. Oh,

ye are not Fenians and don't speak for the Irish. Little plastic Fenians

who melt when their woke egos are challenged. Become a slave to Islam because

the propaganda tells them so. No to British Empire and British loyalists.

But swallow the cum when it's Islamists. They march 'gainst the crown with

a fiery cry. Defy the redcoats and the union's tie. Yet bow to