To: drew
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.
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
Our hearts so stout have got no fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came
Where'er we go they fear the name
Of Garryowen in glory.
Chorus
46 posted on
03/19/2003 1:23:17 PM PST by
Gamecock
(Boycot Tag Lines)
To: Gamecock
Re: Post #46.
Garryowen! You bet! The 7th Cav. is smiling from the hills of Fiddler's Green.
To: Gamecock
Alternate with The Girl I Left Behind Me, The British Grenadiers, Men of Harlech, and Rule Britannia, in honor of our British allies!
169 posted on
03/19/2003 1:38:39 PM PST by
CatoRenasci
(Ceterum Censeo Mesopotamiam Esse Delendam)
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