Oh, you never should marry the Gallagher lass She'll spend all her time in the dressing room glass A-combing her hair and a-primping her looks Go find you a lass who will know how to cook You never should fight with the Gallagher lad You cut off his head and it just makes him mad He'll punch you so hard it'll knock off your knees Go fight with the boys in the bar if you please The Gallaghers they're a cantankerous lot And nobody knows how much money they've got Unless you are just suicidal or mad You never should fight with the Gallagher lad The Gallagher lass is a beautiful sort And though you may wish for a wee bit o' sport I fear you will come to a terrible pass You never should marry the Gallagher lass