Lyrics

Now Jack was a sailor who roamed on the town And she was a damsel who skipped up and down Said the damsel to Jack as she passed him by Would you care for t

A recruiting sergeant come through the streets of Rochester Home from the wars in the low country And he sang as he marched and he played upon his kettle d

Based on songs and stories, heroes of renown Are the passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting child

I met my girl at Woolwich Pier, beneath the big cranes standing And oh, the love I felt for her it passed all understanding Took her sailing on the river,

(spoken) Sad are the homes ’round Garryowen Since lost their giant pride. And the banshee cry links every vale Around the Shannon side That city of the anc

There’s a colleen fair as May For a year and for a day I have sought by every way Her heart to gain There’s no art of tongue or eye Fond youths with maiden

Oh, we’ve all come down to Turles armed with tent poles and guitars To have the crack and ceili ‘neath the sparkling summer stars We’re up from Cork and Ke

Well if you’ve got a wing-o, take her up to Ring-o Where the waxies sing-o, all the day When you’ve had your fill of porter and you can’t go any further Gi

Chorus: Wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell, Cause they keep oot the water, an’ they keep in the smell, An’ when yer sittin in a room, yo

I’ll sing you a song of peace and love, Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. To the land that reigns all lands above. Whack fol the diddle all the di do