Here's what I have of Bold Thady Quill. Town names have been checked, 'cept I'm still not sure about "Muskerry". I'll find out, though. The Clancys do verses 1, 3 and 5 on their "Irish Drinking Songs" album.

.....Tiger


BOLD THADY QUILL -- Clancy Brothers

Ye maids of Dunhallow, who're anxious for courtin',
A word of advice I will give unto ye:
Proceed to Banteer, to the athletic sportin',
And hand in your names to the club committee.
And never commence any sketch on your program,
'Til a carriage you see flyin' over the hill,
Right on through the valleys and glens of Kilcorney
With our own darlin' sportsman, the bold Thady Quill.

CHORUS: For ramblin', for rovin', for football, or courtin',
For drinkin' black porter as fast as you fill,
In all your days rovin', you'll find none so jovial,
As our Muskerry sportsman, the bold Thady Quill.

Thady was famous in many other places;
At the athletic meeting held out in Cloghroe
He won the long jump without throwing off his braces,
Goin' fifty-four feet every sweep he would throw.
At the pullin' o' the weight there was a Dublin man foremost,
But Thady outreached and exceeded him still,
And around the whole field rang the wild ringing chorus:
"Here's luck to our hero, the bold Thady Quill!" CHORUS

At the great hurlin' match between Cork and Tipperary,
'Twas played in the park by the banks of the Lee.
Our own darlin' lads were afraid of bein' beaten,
So they sent for bold Thady to Ballynagree.
He hurled that ball right and left in their faces,
And showed the Tipperary men action and skill.
If they touched on his lines he would certainly brain 'em,
And the papers were full of the praise of Thad Quill. CHORUS

In the year ninety-one, before Parnell was taken,
Thad was outrageously breaking the peace.
He got a light sentence for causin' commotion,
And six months hard labor for beatin' police.
But in spite of coercion he's still agitatin'.
Ev'ry drop of his life's blood he's willing to spill,
To gain for old Ireland complete liberation,
"Till then, there's no rest for me" says bold Thady Quill. CHORUS

At the Cork exhibition there was a fair lady,
Whose fortune exceeded a million or more.
But a bad constitution had ruined her completely,
And medical treatment had failed o'er and o'er.
"Oh, mother," said she: "Sure, I know what will ease me,
And cure this disease which will certainly kill.
Give over your doctors and medical treatments,
I'd rather one squeeze out of bold Thady Quill." CHORUS