Garyowen

Lyric 1:
Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
We’ll break windows, we’ll break doors,
But join with me each jovial blade;
The watch knock down by threes and fours;
Come booze and sing, and lend your aid,
Then let the doctors work their cures,
To help me with the chorus.
And tinker up our bruises.
CHORUS:
Instead of spa we’ll drink down ale,
We’ll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
And pay the reck’ning on the nail;
We’ll make the mayors and sheriffs run;
No man for debt shall go to jail
And are the boys no man dares run,
From Garryowen in glory.
If he regards a whole skin.
Lyric 2:
We are boys that take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lights when lighting,
Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
Through the streets like Sporters fighting,
For soon 'tis known from when we came;
And tearing all before us.
Where’re we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory.
CHORUS