This one is definitely on the dark side of Irish humor. The story is set in Belfast, a city where Protestants and Catholics lived side by side but uneasily. It even takes a pot shot at German cutlery by comparing it with the strength of a rope made of Belfast linen. The tongue in cheek lyrics tell a gruesome story with a surprise ending after William curses the Pope. And so very Irish.
The song was written as a poem by Raymond Colville Calvert in 1926.
What do you make of this odd tale?