The boys from the village were festering sore

For a day on the rant with some music and more

They´d drink porter in Maura´s way over in Fore

And never get drunk but stay sober



There was Harry the banjo and Dunne of the swan

With whose bone from the wing he´d beat the bodhran

And the song that he´d sing was of ganders and all

He´d never get drunk but stay sober



There was Woods on the Guitar and auld squeeze box too

Who came from a time before aeroplanes flew

He´d sit in a corner and mule quite a few

And he´d never get drunk but stay sober



There was Mahon the singer who knew all the songs

And never was known to put a foot wrong

He´d sing through the night till the break o´ the morn

And he´d never get drunk but stay sober



Then Harry the banjo now there was a man

A bottomless pit if ever there was one


More porter he´d lower that there was in the land

And he´d Never get drunk but stay sober



Well the Gartloney Rats would play away

They´d play for the pints and not for the pay

And the pints they´d go down in the usual way

And they´d never get drunk but stay sober