Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
One evening of late into Bandon I strayed
I was bound for Clonakilty I was making me way
At Ballinishcarthy some time I delayed
For to wet me auld whistle with porter
Tithery-ow-tow, tithery-ow-tow
Tithery-ow-tow-tow-tum
Tithery-ow-tah-den, tithery-ow-tow
Tithery-ow-tow-tum
Tithery-ow-tah-den, doodle-e-darrow
Well I spat in me fist and I picked up me stick
And up the coach road like a deer I did skip
For I care not for bailiff landlord or auld Nick
And sang like a lark in the morning
Well I scarcely had travelled one mile of the road
When I heard a dispute in a farmers abode
The son of the landlord an ill looking toad
And the wife of the bold tenant farmer
He said what the devil’s come over you all?
Not one penny of rent at each time that I call
By next October I’ll settle you all
For you’ll have the high road for your garden
“Here’s to Father O’Leary the pride of our isle
He’s the boy that can title you ruffians in style
John Dillon and Davitt who rank in their file
Take care you don’t tread on their corns
Then I stepped out from the bush where I lay
And as he passed by me I heard him to say
“I wish to my God I was ten miles away
From the wife of the bold tenant farmer”
I shouted “Hurrah” and she shouted “Huroo”
He showed his back and like lightning he flew
Saying “God save the Land League and old Ireland too
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar a tá sé’