Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade;
Come, drink and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus:
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.
We are the boys who take delight
In smashing limerick lamps at night;
And through the street like sportsters fight
Tearing all before us.
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.
We'll break the windows, we'll break down doors
The watch knock down by threes and fours;
And let the doctors work their cures
And tinker up our bruised.
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.
We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run;
We are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin.
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.
Our hearts so stout have got us fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came;
Where'er we go they fear the name
Of Garryowen in glory.
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.
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