1. 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:

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 are the boys who take delight

In smashing Limerick lamps at night, 

And through the street like sportsters fight, 

Tearing all before us

Chorus

3. 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

Chorus

4. 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.

Chorus

5. 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.