As I was sitting by the fire,
old Reilly's daughter
Suddenly a thought came into my head:
I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter,
Giddy I Ay, Giddy I Ay, Giddy I Ay
the one eyed Reilly,
Giddy I Ay, (bang, bang, bang)
Play it on your big brass drum.
For Reilly played on
the big brass drum
Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter,
Reilly had a bright red gilttering eye,
And he kept
an eye on his lovely daughter.
Her hair was black and her eyes were blue
The colonel and the
major and the captain sought her
The sergeant and the private and the drummer boy, too
But they never had a chance with
I got me a ring and a parson, too,
I got me a 'scratch' in the married
Settled me down to a peaceful life,
As happy as a king with O'Reilly's daughter.
a footstep on the stair,
Who should it be but the one-eyed Reilly
With two pistols in his hand
Look for the man who
married his daughter.
I took O'Reilly by the hair,
Rammed his head in a pail of water,
his pistols in the air,
A darned sight quicker than I married his daughter.