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About 'Garry Owen' | |
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The Artist: | Traditional Music of unknown author. |
Composed: | 1700s |
Info: 18th-Century drinking song, later the song for Custer's 7th Cavalry Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed But join with me each jovial blade Come booze and sing and lend your aid To help me with the chorus Chorus: Instead of spa we'll drink brown ale And pay the reckoning on the nail For debt no man shall go to gaol (jail) From Garryowen in glory We are the boys that take delight in Smashing the Limerick lamps when lighting Through the street like sportsters fighting And tearing all before us We'll break the windows, we'll break the doors The watch knock down by threes and fours Then let the doctors work their cures And tinker up our bruised 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 Our hearts so stout have got us fame For soon 'tis known from whence we came Where'er we go they dread the name Of Garryowen in glory Johnny Connell's tall and straight And in his limbs he is complete He'll pitch a bar of any weight From Garryowen to Thomondgate Garryowen is gone to rack Since Johnny Connell went to Cork Though Darby O'Brien leapt over the dock In spite of judge and jury |