"Garryowen"

traditional Irish pipe tune

Let Baccus' son be not dismayed,
And join with me, each jovial blade.
Come, booze and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus:

In place water, we'll drink ale,
And pay the reck'ning on the nail.
No man for debt shall go to jail,
If he from Garryowen hail.

Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
For soon 'tis known from whence we came.
Where 'ere we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory.

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