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O Brexit, Brexit Won’t You Marry Me?

O Brexit, Brexit, won’t you marry me
When your big bad deal is done?
On no sweet maid I cannot marry you
For Repeal Bill needs to be run.
So up she went to her grandfather’s chest
And she got him a Bill of the very, very best
And Brexit put it on.

O Brexit, Brexit, won’t you marry me
When your big bad deal is done?
On no sweet maid I cannot marry you
For Ireland’s split needs to come.
So up she went to her grandfather’s chest
And she got him a split of the very, very best
And Brexit put it on.

O Brexit, Brexit, won’t you marry me
When your big bad deal is done?
On no sweet maid I cannot marry you
For ex-pats rights should be won.
So up she went to her grandfather’s chest
And she got him some rights of the very, very best
And Brexit put them on.

O Brexit, Brexit, won’t you marry me
When your big bad deal is done?
On no sweet maid I cannot marry you
No trade talks have yet begun.
So up she went to her grandfather’s chest
And she got him some talks of the very, very best
And Brexit put them on.

O Brexit, Brexit, won’t you marry me
When your big bad deal is done?
On no sweet maid I cannot marry you
With no pickers for our apple, pear and plum.
So up she went to her grandfather’s chest
And she got him some pickers of the very, very best
And Brexit took them on.

O Brexit, Brexit, won’t you marry me
When your big bad deal is done?
On no sweet maid I cannot marry you
For I will get grief from The Sun.
So up she went to her grandfather’s chest
And she got him some grief of the very, very best
And Brexit was stuck dumb.

O Brexit, Brexit, don’t you marry me
With your lies and race all run.
You’ve said you piece, now please release
Us a future for our young.

©Keith Murphy

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