Garryowen


Let Bacchus’ 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.
For debt no man shall go to jail,
from Garryowen in glory.

We are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lamps when lighting
Through the street like sportsters fighting
And tearing all before us
Instead of spa we’ll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail.
For debt no man shall go to jail,
from Garryowen in glory.

We’ll break the windows, we’ll break the doors
The watch knock down by threes and fours
Then 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.
For debt no man 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.
For debt no man 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 dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory
Instead of spa we’ll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail.
For debt no man shall go to jail,
from Garryowen in glory.

Johnny Connell’s tall and straight
And in his limbs he is complete
He’ll pitch a bar of any weight
From Garryowen to Thomondgate
Instead of spa we’ll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail.
For debt no man shall go to jail,
from Garryowen in glory.

Garryowen is gone to rack
Since Johnny Connell went to Cork
Though Darby O’Brien leapt over the dock
In spite of judge and jury
Instead of spa we’ll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail.
For debt no man shall go to jail,
from Garryowen in glory.