1920s and 30s, around the exploits of Bertie Wooster and his butler Jeeves. The character of Galahad Threepwood, brother to the Earl of Emsworth, is an actual member of the Pelicans (cf. "A Pelican at Blandings"). Martin was politically active as a boycotted landowner, staunch unionist, political activist, an "Emergency man" and a close associate of Arthur Balfour, first Secretary for Ireland and later Prime Minister. His virulent Anti Home Rule views are reflected in his songs, which consistently depict the Irish as drunken, brawling if loveable rogues who were clearly unfit to govern themselves. Martin wrote about thirty songs for various burlesque productions, including "Murphy of the Irish Fusiliers", although a copy of this has yet to surface. Lyrics Original Lyrics You may talk of Bonyparty..... Connaught Ranger Lyrics The Devil's Own had lyrics of their own, composed in c.1890 by Lieutenant Charles Martin: {{cquote| In our army we're the best From the north, south, east or west The best of boys are following the drum. We are mighty hard to bate, I may say without concete, Faith the enemy are welcome when they come. Be they Russian, French or Dutch It doesn't matter much, We're the boys to give 'em sugar in their tay For we're the Connaught Rangers, The lads to face all dangers, Faugh-a-ballagh, faugh-a-aballagh, Clear the way! Chorus: You may talk about your guards boysYour lancers and hussars boysYour fusiliers and royal artillery (without the guns)The girls we drive'em crazy, the foe we beat them easyThe rangers from old Connaught, yaarrr, the land across the sea!Now allow me here to state, It is counted quite a trate, In old Ireland just for fight for friends's sake To crack your neighbor's head, Or maybe your own instead. Faith 'tis just the fun and glory of a wake So you see all Irish boys are accustomed to such noise It's as natural as drinking whiskey neat. For there's none among them all, from Kingston to Donegal, Like the gallant Connaught Ranger on his beat. Chorus T'was Bonaparte who said as the Frenchmen on he led Marshall Soult, be them the Rangers do you know? Faith says Soult, there's no mistake, to our heels we'd better take I think it's time for you and I to go. When the colleens hear their step, it makes their hearts to leap Aaargh, jewels will ye wist till Parrick's day? For