There's a tree that grows in Sligo, in the middle of my town<br />
So I grabbed a couple matches, and burned it to the ground<br />
Was just a touch of mischief, so I ran over to the spout<br />
Filled up a bucket of water, but just couldn't put it out<br />
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The blaze raged on up to Belfast, it went cutting through the yards<br />
Blew up a Royal check point, pissed off them squadie guards<br />
Lit up a boat and crossed the channel, and what a goddamn scene<br />
Up went Buckingham Palace, oh God please save the Queen!<br />
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Orange for the flames, they burn so high<br />
White for the smoke that covers the sky<br />
Green for the tree that started this song<br />
One day up in Sligo, young paddy he done wrong<br />
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Burning through the Swiss Alps, it melted all the snow<br />
Nothing anyone could do, just watched the fucker go<br />
Tried to stop it down in Italy, the point was all but moot<br />
Naples, Rome to Sicily, it burned the whole damn boot!<br />
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Ran amuck over in Pakistan, hooked a left toward the Philippines<br />
Scored a nice golf course in Maui, just murdered those fucking greens<br />
When will it stop this madness, whatever is its fate<br />
Made its way through San Francisco, now there's no more Golden Gate<br />
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Charging through the Rockes, the Windy City too much wind<br />
Those breezes only fanned the flames, took out St. Paul's pretty twin<br />
Vacationed on Martha's Vineyard, now a cause for much concern<br />
Now somewhere in New Finland, I play with matches you get burned<br />
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(Thanks to Dave for these lyrics)<br />