Jayziz … th' oul' Buckfast drinkin's only the half of it!

Some lachako from Richill way just dandered into the campsite on Monday wi' a big bag of the finest Tanderagee skunk! A mixture of maree-a-ha-joo-anna (or some damn thing) and the leavin's of turf that he kibbled together from out Maghery direction. He rolled up this big yoke using about ten cigarette papers, that he called a "Portydown Parsnip". God sakes, but it was some han'lin, right enough!

My head was reevin' at the end of it all, and then I was overcome with a mood of mellow balladry. In the midst of which I writ the followin' wee ditty. They've been singin' it all night roun' the fire here.

And … (breaks off mid-sentence) … Oi, Sammy! Keep thon yoke comin' roun' my road! I need a wee blast till keep me on the level!

(Big drag!) Oh, man dear, but thon hit the G-spot, right enough! Here goes!

It was roun' the camp-fire we were smokin' the dope
Loyal till Lizzy and cursin' the pope
And dreamin' of days when we'd lighten our load
And march with our banners up Garvaghy Road
The talk got around till the best gear we'd smoked
In joints or in bongs, the best that we'd toked
Till one in our company says and says he
The best dope in Ireland's from Tanderagee

So here's to the boys that are hearty and gay
Rollin' and crumblin' and smokin' away
Frolicsome, rollicksome, frisky and free
The Dope-Smokin' Boys Around Tanderagee

Well up spakes a brother from near Ballyclare
Give over says he, you are talkin' hot air
For there's no better ganja in Ulster's grim state
Than that as is grown near to sweet Gawley's Gate
Ah give it a rest, says a brother from Toome
I wouldn't give thon sort of Bob Hope house room
The only home-grown that is fit for to smoke
Is grown by a brother who lives out near Doagh

So here's to the boys that are hearty and gay
Rollin' and crumblin' and smokin' away
Frolicsome, rollicksome, frisky and free
The Dope-Smokin' Boys Around Tanderagee

I fear says a brother who came from Coleraine
That you are deluded is comin' quite plain
For scour as you will the Six Counties for hash
You'll find none more potent than in Derrymacash
That damned rebel hole says a man from Loughgall
The dope-growers there sure they know bugger all
If you want a good toke that is mellow and true
Look for the kerbs painted red, white and blue

So here's to the boys that are hearty and gay
Rollin' and crumblin' and smokin' away
Frolicsome, rollicksome, frisky and free
The Dope-Smokin' Boys Around Tanderagee

Well Brother McKittery, now what do you say
Asked a fellow true blue from near Shillington's Quay
I took a wee whiff and I held for a while
Then blew out the smoke with an illegal smile
Says I my boul' comrades, the verdict is clear
I'm left with a grin from one ear to one ear
The best dope in Ireland, it's plain as can be
Is the stuff that they're growing roun' Tanderagee

So here's to the boys that are hearty and gay
Rollin' and crumblin' and smokin' away
Frolicsome, rollicksome, frisky and free
The Dope-Smokin' Boys Around Tanderagee

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