Come, boys, and you'll see lads and lassies full of glee.
Famous for all they will make your heart thrill.
The boys they won't harm you and the girls they will charm you.
Here's up 'em all, says the boys of Fair Hill.

Come, boys, spend a day with our Harrier Club today.
The cry of the hounds it will make your heart thrill.
And when you hear Conny Doyle say "the Armoured Car has won the day,"
Here's up 'em all say the boys of Fair Hill.

First you go to Fahy's well for a drink of pure spring water:
The finest spot on earth, sure the angels do say,
Where thousands came across the foam just to view the Blarney stone,
Which can be seen from the groves of Fair Hill.

Next you go to Quinlan's pub. That is where you join our club,
Where round us in gallons the porter does flow.
First they tap a half-tierce and drink a health to Dashwodd's race.
That's the stuff to give them, says the boys of Fair Hill.

Come, boys, and spend a day with our hurling club so gay.
The clash of the ash it will make your heart thrill.
The Rockies thought that they were stars till they met the Saint Finbarre's
Here's up ‘em.....

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The above is a full local version from a book called "Songs of Cork". There is also a "pub version” which consists of single lines with refrain of "Here's up ‘em all says the boys of fair hill” You can make them up as you go along, but typical ones are:
If you want to join our club, just go down to Murphy's pub
Cathy Barry sells drisheen, pints of Murphy and crubeens
Blarney hens don't lay at all - or if they lays they lays ‘em small!
Blackrock girls are very rude - they go swimming in the nude
etc. etc.

Regards