With a wack-fiddle-day
Paddy gonna go on a holiday
Leaving on a B&I Ferry
Tomorrow
Ain’t gonna be no sorrow
’cause I’m leaving tomorrow
I was alone in the wilderness
I was alone
I was alone in the wilderness
I was alone
Gonna rub-a-dub-dub in a pub in the dub
Rub-a-dub-dub in a pub in the dub
Rub-a-dub-dub in a pub in the dub
Rub-a-dub-dub in a pub in the dub
Bored outta my skin by Mannix Flynn
Mannix Flynn should be the new High King
Jar
Gimme jar
Jar
Mighty, mighty jar
Jar
Jar
Mighty, mighty
Mighty, mighty jar
And when jar comes
Gonna drink more rum
Drink a gin listening to Mannix Flynn
You’ve not seen nothing like the mighty Flynn
Gonna take a trip
Down to North West Tipp
And drink my last penny
With Noel Kenny
And Scruffy and Mick and Jimmy and Brick
Tommy Kane and Rhody Boland and where’s Joe Dolan
Get drunk to fuck
In the Kiwi bar
That was run by a man, Joe Corcoran
Like Gerry Lynch, he’s drunk in the bar
Jar
Jar
Gimme jar
Mighty, mighty jar
Jar
Gimme jar
Jar
Might, mighty jar
And the faithful departed
Fell in the church and farted
And Father Philip’s queer
And Father Emmett’s full of beer
Saying: “Take her away from my eyes
The Gartless, the rock on which we shall all perish”
Ans the wild winds blowing
And the poitin’s flowing
And I awake with a scream
It was all a dream
I’m still in Babylon in the County Hell
And there’s semtex burning
Jar
Gimme jar
Jar
Mighty, mighty jar
Jar
Gimme jar
Jar
Mighty, mighty jar
And a jar in a Dublin
And a jar in a Dublin
And a jar in a Dublin
And a jar in Dublin