Lyrics:
Me and my baby got this dusty shillelagh It was made from an Irish blackthorn tree And if you even try to touch this family We can take it off
packed a shooting iron The need he never felt With two shillelaghs always hanging there A'hanging on his belt. O yippee ki yi oh, me bucko B'gorrah
packed a shooting iron The need he never felt With two shillelaghs always hanging there A'hanging on his belt. O yippee ki yi oh, me bucko B'gorrah
Shillelagh shillelagh Shillelagh Well, I'm not here to debate Not here to celebrate Don't live here, not of this place I'm gone Put it on your vest
Shillelagh O' Grady's the Best that we've got He'll tickle your women And smoke all your pot At first it seems fuzzy But then it's so clear
a shooting iron The need he never felt With two shillelaghs always hanging there A'hanging on his belt. O yippee ki yi oh, me bucko B'gorrah an yippee
With me shillelagh under me arm And a twinkle in me eye I'll be off to Tipperary in the morning. With me shillelagh under me arm And a toora
Sure it's the same old shillelagh Me father brought from Ireland. And divil a man prouder than He, As he walked with it in his hand. He'd lead
And the music is something grand Oh! A credit to old Ireland, boys, is McNamara's band With a shillelagh under me arm And a twinkle in me eye I'm off
Sure the Girls in Old Ireland they come to me Bloody shillelagh clubs for to set me free I said my lady's fair won't you listen to me And I'll
bill", he said Paddy up with a big shillelagh Laid him on the floor right dead So the Yankees they came running When they heard about the row Trying
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round And may their hearts be as merry as ever they
soon drew our hogs We scarce gave them time to draw their own blades When a trusty shillelagh came over their head And bid them take that as fair
on the floor Then the war did soon engage It was woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage And a row and a ruction soon began Then
on the floor Then the war did soon engage It was woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage And a row and a ruction soon began Then
in the gob And left her sprawling on the floor Well civil war did then engage T'was woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage
losing Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' With
sharper To raise up the memory of his dear native land At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound
sharper To raise up the memory of his dear native land At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound
losing Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' With
abusing. "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly. Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in, With a load "hurray !" joined in
soon drew our hogs We scarce gave them time to draw their own blades When a trusty shillelagh came over their head And bid them take that as fair
sharper To raise up the memory of his dear native land At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound
losing Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' With
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