The policeman
walked out
oh so proud on his beat
When a vision came to him
of stripes on his sleeve
Promotion he whispered, I'll try for today
So come with me, Mr. I to R 'lyeh
Come tell me your name,
says the limb of the law
To the little fat man
selling wares on the straw
What's that, my name, sir?
Why, it is there on display,
And it's Moses,
right o 'er a lie, o 'er a lie -ay.
Now the trial, it came on,
and it lasted a week,
One judge said it was Ger man,
another it was Greek,
Prove you're Irish, said
the po liceman,
beyond it say nay,
And we said, done it, Moses,
right o 'er a lie -ay.
Now the prisoner stepped up there
as stiff as a crutch
Are you Irish or Eng lish
or German or Dutch?
I'm a Jew, sir,
I'm a Jew, sir,
that came over to stay
And me name,
it is Moses' right to rely
We're two of a kind,
says the judge to the Jew
You're a cousin of Briscoe
and I am one too
This numbskull has blundered
and for it we'll pay
Wisha that's right,
says Moses right, Orel -aye
There's a garbage collector
who works down our street
He once was a po liceman,
the pride of his beat
And he moans all the night
and he groans all the day
Singing Moses right,
Orel -aye, Orel -aye
We're taking applications for the IRA downstairs in the dressing room,
and we'll also accept donations
to the United Jewish Appeal.
Now, we've been singing and talking
about war and destruction and fighting,
and we decided
But we shouldn't leave you
until we sing an anti -war song.