Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
Oh, Ireland now this isle a green.
The grandest place, you’ve ever seen.
To keep it clean, we have a snag.
It’s called the bleedy plastic bag.
Chorus
Don’t throw your litter on the ground.
The litter wardens on his round.
If you throw your litter on the ground.
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound.
So watch out for the litter lout.
There’s plenty of them all about.
Just tell them straight, its not cool.
A litter you is just a fool.
Ah, the plastic bags they’re everywhere.
They’re blown around up in the air.
They’re caught in skeough an’ bushes too.
Now this is what we have ta do.
Chorus
Don’t throw your litter on the ground.
The litter wardens on his round.
If you throw your litter on the ground.
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound.
Ye may laugh, haha an’ titter.
But no more now you can litter.
‘Cos in Ireland now we’re on our way.
To become a litter free one day.
Ah, the plastic bags they’re everywhere.
They’re blown around up in the air.
They’re caught in skeough an’ bushes too.
Now this is what we have ta do.
Chorus
Don’t throw your litter on the ground.
The litter wardens on his round.
If you throw your litter on the ground.
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound.
Fifty, fifty, fifty pound.
Fifty, fifty, fifty pound.
If ye throw your litter on the ground.
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound.
Fifty, fifty, fifty pound.
Fifty, fifty, fifty pound.
If ye throw your litter on the ground.
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound…