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Boys of Fair Hill(2)

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The Boys of Fair Hill (2)

The Boys of Fair Hill (2)

Come, boys, and you'll see, lads and lassies full of glee.
Famous for all they will make your heart thrill.
The boys they won't harm you, and the girls they will charm you.
"Here's up 'em all," say the boys of Fair Hill.

Come, boys, spend a day with our Harrier Club today.
The cry of the hounds, it will make your heart thrill.
And when you hear Conny Doyle say, "The Armored Car has won the day."
"Here's up 'em all," say the boys of Fair Hill.

First you go to Fahey's well for a drink of pure spring water.
The finest spot on earth, sure, the angels do say.
Where thousands came across the foam just to view the Blarney Stone,
Which can be seen from the groves of Fair Hill.

Next, you go to Quinlan's pub. That is where you join our club,
Where round us in gallons the porter does flow.
First they tap a half-tierce and drink a health to Dashwodd's race.
"That's the stuff to give them," says the boys of Fair Hill.

Come, boys, and spend a day with our Hurling Club so gay.
The clash of the ash, it will make your heart thrill.
The Rockies thought that they were stars till they met the Saint Finbarre's.
"Here's up 'em all," say the boys of Fair Hill.

From the book "Songs of Cork". There is also a "pub version"
which consists of single lines with chorus of "Here's up em all
says the boys of Fairhill" You can make up lines as you go along,
e.g. "If you want to join our club, just go down to Murphy's pub.
Cathy Barry sells drisheen, pints of Murphy and crubeens. Blarney
hens don't lay at all, or if they lays, they lays 'em small.
Blackrock girls are very rude; they go swimming in the nude."

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