Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o Argyll
A've traivellt this country for mony's the mile
A've traivellt thro Irelan, Scotlan an aa
An the name A go under's bauld Erin-go-Bragh

Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked doun the street
Whan a saucy big polis A chanced for tae meet
He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw
Sayin whan cam ye owre, bauld Erin-go-Bragh?

Well, A am not a Pat tho in Irelan A've been
Nor am A a Paddy tho Irelan A've seen
But were A a Paddy, that's nothin at aa
For thair's mony's a bauld hero in Erin-go-Bragh

Well A know ye're a Pat by the cut o yer hair
Bit ye aa turn tae Scotsmen as sune as ye're here
Ye left yer ain countrie for brakin the law
An we're seizin aa stragglers fae Erin-go-Bragh

An were A a Pat an ye knew it wis true
Or wis A the devil, then whit's that tae you?
Were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw
A'd show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh

An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist
Aroun his big bodie A made it tae twist
An the blude fae his napper A quickly did draw
An paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh

Bit the people cam roun like a flock o wild geese
Sayin catch that daft rascal he's killt the police
An for every freen A had A'm shair he had twa
It wis terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh

Bit A cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth
An A packed up ma gear an A steered for the North
Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an aa
An the devil gang wi ye says Erin-go-Bragh

Sae come aa ye young people, whairever ye're from
A don't give a damn tae whit place ye belang
A come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw
Bit A ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh

Ireland Forever!

I'll tell you a story of a row in the town, 
When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down, 
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw, 
And they played the best games played in Erin Go Bragh. 

One of our comrades was down at Ring's end, 
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend, 
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw, 
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh. 

Now here's to Pat Pearse and our comrades who died 
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde, 
And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah, 
And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh. 

One brave English captain was ranting that day, 
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away," 
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw, 
And he died of lead poisoning in Erin Go Bragh. 

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay, 
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay, 
And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw 
All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh. 

Now here's to old Dublin, and here's her renown, 
In the long generation her fame will go down, 
And our children will tell how their forefathers saw, 
The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Braugh.