Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed But join
with me, each jovial blade Come, drink 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 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.
Chorus
Our
hearts so stout have got no fame For soon 'tis known from whence we came Where'er we go they fear the name Of Garryowen
in glory. Chorus
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