Garryowen

(Irish traditional)


    1. 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:


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.


    2. 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.


    3. 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.


    4. 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.


    5. 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.