In London one day as I walked up the street,
An impudent fellow I happened to meet.
He looked in me face and he gave me some jaw,
Sayin', "What took you over from Erin Go Bragh?"

I know you're a Paddy by the wink of your eye.
Your crimes and misconduct has forced you to fly.
You left your auld country for breaking the law,
And escaped from the gallows in Erin Go Bragh.

Oh, the blackcurrant stick that I held in me fist
Around his big body I gave it a twist.
I silenced his tongue with a clout in the jaw,
And showed him the game played in Erin Go Bragh.

They all gathered round like a flock of wild geese
To resist Irish Paddy for disturbing the peace.
We'll march him to prison for breaking the law,
This quarrelsome ruffian from Erin Go Bragh.

To the devil I'll pitch ye, ye pack of keelons?
For here comes Mike Brophy from Ballyknocklong
And me mother's first cousin Mick White from Portlaw
And big Paddy Kelly from Erin Go Bragh.

The scrimmage we had was delightful to see.
Good Lord, how we our shillelaghs with glee!
We lathered them well and we laughed at their law
And showed them the game played in Erin Go Bragh.

There may be a few mistakes here...my memory is at fault...not me:-)