Donald Finlay

[Kev Smith]

I was given this in an email thought it was pretty funny and i decided to
share it with you all.

> Donald Finlay QC RIP
>
> To the tune of: Donald where's your Troosers
>
> Chorus
> Let the flutes play high, let the flutes play low
> Through the streets in my sash I'll go
> The fenians shout hello hello
> Ya dirty orange bastard.
>
> Verse 1
> Donald Findlay is my name
> Watching Rangers is my game
> But things will never be the same
> I'm proud to be a bigot
>
> Verse 2
> We left old hampden full of cheer
> Down the club and on the beer
> Don't let no Fenians come in here
> This party's just for Proddies
>
> Verse 3
> Afew wee gins was all it took
> To get ma orange song book oot
> Then someone handed me a flute
> Singing die ya Fenian bastard
>
> Verse 4
> All I sang was Derry's walls
> Fuck the Pope, the orange halls
> Now they've got me by the balls
> That fucking Daily Record
>
> Verse 5
> Too many Tims at the proddy bash
> All they want is Rangers cash
> How can you sing the fuckin' sash
> With a name like Amoruso.
>
> Verse 6
> David wisnae a happy man
> He's handed me a lifelong ban
> I can only blame those sons of Dan
> The dirty Fenian bastards
>
> Verse 7
> If I could only find the man
> That stuck me i'd gie him wan
> It might have been that Neil McCann
> The dirty Fenian bastard
>
> Verse 8
> I'm sittin' here a broken man
> Although I'm still a Rangers fan
> I think I'll join the Ku Klux Klan
> Cause they're all Proddy bastards.