Why should Enniskillen have all the good songs?

(BOOOOOO!)

This one's for Portydown!

(CHEEEEEEER!)

Fare thee well Edenderry and to Denny's as well
And goodbye to The Tunnel – my grief is hard to tell
As I bid goodbye and heave a sigh, the hour is coming soon
When you'll all the see the back of your Potydown Dragoon

My ship she is waitin' down by Shillington Quay
There's twenty thousand bandsmen, my comrades and me
We're salin' down the Bann me boys, to cross boul' Lough Neagh
Cos there's loyal boys in Antrim who are dyin' to hear us play

Our ship hit rough water as we rounded Croghan's isle
And we struggled bloody gamely for a quarter of a mile
Some wee Scottish boy on board wi' us said "Shite! We're gonny droon!"
And that would be the end of the Portydown dragoons

But soon the weather brightened and we motored cross the Lough
We were neckin' back the Buckfast, the half of us were blocked
We stopped for a picnic on the Island they call Ram's
And that was where the most of our bother began

Well we all disembarked and we hunkered on the ground
As the weemin passed the sodie farls and buckfast all around
Till someone shouted, "Jaysus, lads! Quick Swim out if yous can!"
Our ship was half a mile away … and we were bloody stranded

But pretty soon we got the hang of living far from land
There's no one here tell us you can't march or, yes, you can
Our wee Scottish comrade, he marches roon and roon
And he says "Thank the Lord that I'm a Portydown Dragoon"