Let Bachus' 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 down ale,
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to gaol
From Garryowen in glory!
We are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lights when lighting,
Through the streets like sporters figthing
And tearing all before us.-Chorus.
We'll break windows, we'll break doors,
The watch knock down by threes and fours;
Then let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up our bruises.-Chorus.
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.-Chorus.
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.-Chorus.
Johnny Cornell's tall and straight,
And in his limps he is complete;
He'll pitch a bar of any weight
From Garryowen to Thomond Gate.-Chorus.
Garryowen Is gone to wreck
Since Johnny Cornell went to Cork;
Though Darby O'Brien leapt over the dock
In spite of all the soldiers.-Chorus.