Come Bacchus' sons be not dismayed Come join with me every jovial blade Come booze and sing and lend your aid To help me with the 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 are the boys who take delight In smashing Limerick lamps at night And through the street like sportsters fight Tearing all before us 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 make the mayor and sheriffs run We'll cheat the bailiffs of their fun We are the lads no man dares dun If his old skin he values 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 smash the windows, we'll break down doors The watch knock down by threes and fours And we'll let the doctors work their cures And tinker with our bruises 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 Our hearts so stout have won us fame For soon 'tis known from whence we came Where'er we go they dread the name Of Garryowen in glory 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