My rifle's rusty, my sword is bent
My flume is choked with dirt
And the thistledown and the barley beards
Mix well with my sweat and dirt.
But my purse is as empty as it ever was
I'm weak in the arms and knees
So I'll fight for whoever pays the most
And my name is Rapparee
And my name is Rapparee.

So lift your glasses friends with mine
And get your hand off of my knee!
So I'll fight for whoever pays the most,
I'm an awkward Rapparee
I'm a clumsy Rapparee. .