Garryowen

Come blackguards and sons be not dismayed!
Come join me every jovial blade!
Come booze and sing and lend us aid!
And 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 Garryowen to glory!

We are the lads that take delight,
In smashing the Limerick lights while rioting,
Sporting down the road and fighting,
Tearing all before us.

Chorus

We'll smash in windows and break down doors,
The watch will fall by threes and fours,
Then we'll let the doctors work their cures,
And tickle with our bruises.

Chorus

We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run,
We'll cheat the bailiffs of their fun,
We are the lads no man dares to dun,
If his own skin he values.

Chorus

Stout hearts as ours have won us fame,
For some is known now whence we came,
Where we go they dread the name,
Of Garryowen and glory!

Chorus X 2

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