1. Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed But join with me, each jovial blade Come, booze and sing and lend your aid And 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.
2. We'll make the mayor and sheriff run We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun We are the boys no man dares dun If he regards a whole skin.
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3. We'll break the windows, we'll break the doors, The watch knock down by threes and fours, And let the doctors work their cures, And tinker up our bruised.
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4. 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.