A pair by Brendan BehanI REMEMBER IN SEPTEMBER I remember in September, When the final stumps were drawn, And the shouts of crowds now silent And the boys to tea were gone. Let us, oh Lord above us, Still remember simple things, When all are dead who love us, Oh the Captains and the Kings, When all are dead who love us, Oh the Captains and the Kings. Far away in dear old Cyprus, Or in Kenyas dusty land, Where all bear the white mans burden In many a strange land. As we look across our shoulder In West Belfast the school bell rings, And we sigh for dear old England, And the Captains and the Kings. I wandered in a nightmare All around Great Windsor Park, And what did you think I found there As I stumbled in the dark? It was an apple half-bitten, And sweetest of all things, Five baby teeth had written Of the Captains and the Kings. OPEN THE WINDOW SOFTLY Open the door softly, Shut it-keep out the draught, For years and years, Ive shed millions of tears, And never but once have I laughed. It was the time the holy picture fell, And knocked me old Granny cold, While she knitted and sang an old Irish song, It was by traitors poor old Ulster was sold. So open the window softly, For Jaysus sake, hang an old latch, Come in and lie down, and afterwards You can ask me whats the catch. Before these foreign-born bastards, dear, See you dont let yourself down, Well be the Lion and Unicorn, My Rose unto your Crown.