The boys from the village were festering sore For a day on the rant with some music and more Theyd drink porter in Mauras 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 hed beat the bodhran And the song that hed sing was of ganders and all Hed 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 Hed sit in a corner and mule quite a few And hed 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 Hed sing through the night till the break o the morn And hed 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 hed lower that there was in the land And hed Never get drunk but stay sober Well the Gartloney Rats would play away Theyd play for the pints and not for the pay And the pints theyd go down in the usual way And theyd never get drunk but stay sober
hed, sober, drunk, theyd, stay