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: 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 are the boys who take delight In smashing Limerick lamps at night And through the street like sportsters fight Tearing all before us
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 break the windows, we'll break down doors The watch knock down by threes and fours And let the doctors work their cures And tinker up our bruised
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
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
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