Lady of Honour

I came to salute my lady of honour
She was married to a Southern
Gentleman, John Bradley O’Connor

John Bradley fought in the dirty war
And I was his victim
One of the fools
Knocking at his mansion door

Oh, how can you say the General
Has been laid to rest
When the doctor found the poison
In the flower we laid on the mound
For all those men who gave up their
Very best

Oh, doctor, general under ground
And John Bradley O’Connor
I came to salute my lady of honour

She was married to a southern
Gentleman, John Bradley O’Connor

John Bradley was a fixer, a raider,
A two timing, low down traitor
He sold us to the Sunni boys
He rode off with the dictator’s toys

Now I’m sitting here in a county gaol
On account of John Bradley
Lying beyond the pale

I came to salute my Lady of Honour
But not that no good cheat,
That son of a Moustache Pete
John Bradley O’Connor

Who robbed me of my Lady of Honour