Lyrics copied from The Balladeers web site:

THE GUNNER MCGEE
(Pete St. John)

When the sun it goes down in old Dublin Town
And the moon took me out for a gargle,
In me old Sam Brown belt and brimmer of felt
I'd go down by the banks of the Dargle.
I was only a boy, and me gun was a toy,
And how I grew up was a marvel;
But history was made of the games that we played
Down by the old river Dargle.

CHORUS: It's one, two and three, I'm the Gunner McGee.
I live by me wits and the gargle,
Yet attained o' a' three, say a small glory be
For McGee and the boys of Dargle.

When the risin' went down in old Dublin Town,
There was none took me out for a gargle,
And the men in the street they just spit through their teeth
At McGee and the boys of Dargle.
They could not understand all the fine things we planned.
It made Lloyd George stand back and marvel,
And they talked of their pride, while James Connolly died
For the dreams that we dreamed on the Dargle. CHORUS

When the sun it goes down in old Dublin Town
And the moon took me out for a gargle,
I'd go down by a drain full of rubbish and shame
That once was the proud river Dargle.
Sure it's one, two and three; I'm the Gunner McGee,
No longer a threat or a marvel;
For what to me is the same thing you see
That's happened the proud river Dargle. CHORUS TWICE