Transcribed from the "video" at YouTube:

PADDY DOYLE THE POACHER
As sung by Sullivan's Gypsies on "The Leprechaun"

1. There's a man in our town.
He's a man of great renown.
He never comes out till the sun goes down,
Paddy Doyle the poacher.
Well, the local squire is goin' mad.
A peaceful life he's never had.
He can only blame one lad:
Paddy Doyle the poacher.

CHORUS: For snarin' rabbits, gaffin' salmon,
Stealin' chickens, he's your man.
Shootin' deer and pheasants too,
There's no better in Ireland.

2. Well a poacher's life is lots o' fun.
The girls they love him every one.
He lives on his wits and his old shotgun,
Paddy Doyle the poacher.
Well, the squire's age is nineteen-five,
And nobody knows how he stays alive.
He gets all his exercise
Chasin' Doyle the poacher.

3. Well, he sees him here and he sees him there.
The squire sees him everywhere.
He's sly as a fox, fast as a hare,
Paddy Doyle the poacher.