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Let Bacchus's 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:
Chorus:
Instead of spa we'll drink brown 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 lamps when lighting,
Through the streets like sporters fighting
And tearing all before us.
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.
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.
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.

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