Erin-Go-Bragh-The Dubliners

Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o Argyll A've traivellt this country for mony's the mile A've traivellt thro Irelan, Scotlan an aa An the name A go under's bauld Erin-go-Bragh Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked doun the street Whan a saucy big polis A chanced for tae meet He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw Sayin whan cam ye owre, bauld Erin-go-Bragh? Well, A am not a Pat tho in Irelan A've been Nor am A a Paddy tho Irelan A've seen But were A a Paddy, that's nothin at aa For thair's mony's a bauld hero in Erin-go-Bragh Well A know ye're a Pat by the cut o yer hair Bit ye aa turn tae Scotsmen as sune as ye're here Ye left yer ain countrie for brakin the law An we're seizin aa stragglers fae Erin-go-Bragh An were A a Pat an ye knew it wis true Or wis A the devil, then whit's that tae you? Were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw A'd show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist Aroun his big bodie A made it tae twist An the blude fae his napper A quickly did draw An paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh Bit the people cam roun like a flock o wild geese Sayin catch that daft rascal he's killt the police An for every freen A had A'm shair he had twa It wis terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh Bit A cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth An A packed up ma gear an A steered for the North Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an aa An the devil gang wi ye says Erin-go-Bragh Sae come aa ye young people, whairever ye're from A don't give a damn tae whit place ye belang A come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw Bit A ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh