Tipperary Recruiting Song

'Tis now we'd want to be wary, boys,
The recruiters are out in Tipperary, boys,
If they offer a glass we'll wink as we pass,
We're old birds for chaff in Tipperary, boys.

Then hurrah for the gallant Tipperary boys,
Although we are cross and contrary boys
There's never a one will handle a gun
Except for the green in Tipperary boys.

Now mind what John Bull did here, my boys,
In the days of out famine and fear, brave boys,
He burned and sacked, he plundered and racked,
Old Ireland of Irish to clear my boys.

So never to 'list be in haste my boys,
Or a glass of drugged whiskey to taste my boys
If to Indies you go it's to grief and woe
And to rot and to die like a beast, brave boys.

So now he is beat for me, me boys,
His army is getting so thin, brave boys,
With the fear and ague, the sword and the plague,
Oh, the divil a fear that he'll win,me boys.

So hurrah for the gallant Tipperary boys,
Although we are cross and contrary boys
There's never a one will handle a gun
Except for the green in Tipperary boys.
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