GARRYOWEN IN GLORY
Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me each jovial blade;
Come booze and sing and lead your aid
To help me with the chorus:
Instead of Spa we'll drink brown ale,
And pay the reckoning on the nail,
And not a man shall go to gaol
From Garryowen in glory!
We are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lamps when lighting
Through the streets like sporters fighting
And tearing all before us.
We'll break windows, we'll break doors,
The watch knock down by threes and fours;
Then let the doctors work their cures
And tinker up their bruises.
We'll beat the bailiff out of fun,
We'll make the mayor andd sheriffs run;
We are the boys no man dare dun
If he regards a whole skin.
Johnny Connell's tall and straight
And in his limbs he is complete
He'll pitch a bar of any weight
From Garryowen to Thomond Gate.
Our hearts so stout have got us fame
For soon tis known from whence we came;
Where'ere we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory,
Garryowen is gone to wrack
Since Johnny Connell went to Cork.
Though Darby O'Brien leapt over the dock
in spite of all the soldiers!