Guys, love the site and find it a great source of songs, music and information. Here is my version of McShane which i have been singing for about 40 years!

MCSHANE
My name is McShane from the plains of Kildare
And I was a farmer 'til early last year
Till I took a notion of higher promotion
Over to England the harvest to share
CHORUS:
Rum Toora La, Rum Toora Laddie, Rum Toora La Mush a rum tooralay

I parted with money so blithe and so jolly
Bought a big stick for a staff in me hand
And to keep myself cheery for fear I'd get weary
I sang Paddywhack as I went on my way.

I arrived in Dumbarton one fine summers evening
Me bundle and staff, held them in me hands
There were some of them laughing and some of them chaffin'
More of them trying to stick Paddy away.

I went to a woman and asked her for lodgings
She says to me "young man, now don't look so dull!
For I will tell you where you can find lodgings
With the woman who lives next door to The Black Bull."

So I went to this woman and asked her for lodgings
She instantly showed me a bed in a room
And I being so tired and worn out from me walking
I threw myself down on the bed in that room.

But a lump of a Tinker lay down in the corner
He swore by the saints that he'd kill all was there
Says I "Me bold Tinker, now hold up your braggin',
For I am bold McShane from the plains of Kildare!"

Well he jumped up and hit me a punch in the stomach
I instantly gave him one back in the throat
And the tinker he tumbled , fell into the corner
And cut his head open on a rusty old bolt.

He lay on the floor like a pig he was bleeding
I swore by the saints that he'd part with his life
But I swallowed me pride, sent down for a noggin
And me and the Tinker we ended our strife.