This is the best I can do as a transcript, perhaps someone else can fill in the blanks.



1. Well, I am a gay rover and drummer of note,
And my music is made on the skin of a goat.
And they know me from Limerick to Cahirciveen,
By the rumble, tumble, tumble of my ould tambourine.
Ah, my ould tambourine, ah, my ould tambourine,
By the rumble, tumble, tumble of my ould tambourine.

2. Now I marched with the Wrenboys on many's the night,
Their torches a-blazing, a glorious sight,
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And they marched to the roll of my ould tambourine.
Ah, my ould tambourine, ah, my ould tambourine,
And they marched to the roll of my ould tambourine.

3. Now there was a big wedding and the bridegroom got tight,
He slept on the floor for a day and a night,
And the medical men they were all on the scene,
But 'twas I who woke him up with my ould tambourine.
Ah, my ould tambourine, ah, my ould tambourine,
But 'twas I who woke him up with my ould tambourine.

4. I drank with the tinkers at ?? Fair,
And I danced with the ?? in lovely Adare,
And I answered the Mass down in ould Skibbereen,
And the bell that I rang was my ould tambourine.
Ah, my ould tambourine, ah, my ould tambourine,
And the bell that I rang was my ould tambourine.

5. Now when my rovin' is over at last,
On the mainstream of fortune, my fate I will cast,
And perhaps I will capture an Irish colleen.
And together we will batter on my ould tambourine.
Ah, my ould tambourine, ah, my ould tambourine,
And together we will batter on my ould tambourine.x2