Oh, me name is McNamara;
I’m the leader of the band
That likes to use boys’ bums fer
The relievin’ of the gland.
We take these lads for beddings
And have ourselves a ball.
And when we splay some poonerals,
We splay those in our thrall.

Oh, the bums go bang
By the missal gang
In reform school every day.
McCarthy pumps a hole and soon
Upon a pipe he’ll play.
And Hennessey, menace, he, tootles a flute
After booty with a prang.
Discredit to old Ireland are Monsignor and gang.

Oh, to tame those punks, with rulers nuns
Rap them from knuckles to bum.
They flay in McNamara’s band
And bang boys like a drum.
The Sisters do not skip a beat
On lads or on a wang.
They shout, “This reform school is just
A place where we can hang.”

The priests bare a bunch of shamrocks;
“Off with uniforms!” they scream.
Looking the other way is the See
While pedophile teams teem.
There’s O’Brien who’s prying
A he can and she span.
This bunch in Ireland is criminal,
But the See just gives it a wave of the hand.

Oh, the nuns get banged
And the kids get pranged.
In reform school, that’s the way.
McCarthy loves to troll and soon
Upon a fife he’ll play.
And Hennessey, men-ass he; booty is cute,
Yet he scoots to toot what hangs.
Discredit to old Ireland is Monsignor’s bang gang.