O Brexit, Brexit Won'T You Marry Me

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