Hunted from out our father's home, pursued by steel and shot
A bloody warfare we must wage or the gibbet be our lot
Hurrah! This war is welcome work, the hunted outlaw knows
He steps unto his country's love o'er the corpses of his foes

This charmin' verse is the thin disguise
Of Rapparee, librarian wise
A man not widely known for looks
But masterful in reading books
His blade is not of rusted steel
But of gray-painted foam,
And he sleeps not in any limestone cave
But in a large warm home.

But give him a hand, good Mudcats all
And let these trifles be
For all is well now he's learned to spell
The name of Rapparee!
The name of Rapparee.