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And by now I will be the 400,000th person to bring this up on the internet, but it’s worth celebrating Ireland’s lyrics, which appear to be the result of some sort of bet:
They Can’t Stop the Spring
The curtain has been raised, the wall no longer stands
And from Lisadell to Latvia, we’re singing as one clan
The curtain has been raised, and Europe’s all one stage
And the archipelagic icicles have melted like the cage [...]
They might scare the blackbird
But they cannot stop him sing
They may steal the honey
But they’ll never steal the sting
They may crush the flowers
Trample every living thing
But they can’t stop the spring
© 2007 John Waters and Tommy Moran

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Let's put this one down to woolly thinking on the part of the writer.