Garryowen

Let Baccus’’ sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade
Come booze 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
for Garry Owen and glory. 

II

We are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the limerick lights when lighting
Through the streets like sportsters fighting
and tearing all before us. 

III

We’ll break windows, we’ll break doors
The watch knock down by three’s and four’s
Then let the doctors work their cures
and tinker up our bruises. 

IV 

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 his whole skins 

V 

Our hearts so stout have brought us fame
For soon ‘tis known from whence we came
Where e’er we go they dread the name
of Garry Owen and glory.