Lyrics copied from http://www.maydayclub.net/songbook/ballyhoo.txt

THE BALLYHOOLEY BLUE RIBBON ARMY

There's a dashing sort of boy who is called his mother's joy,
For his ructions and his elements they charm me.
He takes the chief command in a water-drinking band
Called the Ballyhooley Blue Ribbon Army.
The ladies all declare he's the pride of every fair,
And he bears the patriotic name of Dooley.
When the temperance brigade go out upon parade,
Faith, there's not a sober man in Ballyhooley.

CHORUS: Whilli loo hi hoo! Let us all enlist, you know,
For their ructions and their elements they charm me.
We don't care what we ate, if we drank our whiskey nate,
In the Ballyhooley Blue Ribbon Army.

When we're out upon patrol and we're under his control,
We take, of course, a most extended radius.
Although it's very clear, we drink only ginger beer.
We find the drinking sometimes rather tedious.
The polis one fine day, faith, they chanced to come our way,
And they said we were behaving most unruly.
When the sergeant he did state that we were not walking straight,
Faith, we stretched him for a corpse in Ballyhooley.

Then before the magistrate, every one of us did state
That we had taken nothing that could injure.
And as it's very clear, we drink only ginger beer,
There must have been some stingo in the ginger.
Some of us did own we were drinking zoedone,
But the polis was behaving most unruly.
It was all of no avail, and within the county jail
Lies the temperance brigade of Ballyhooley.

There's a moral to my song, and it won't detain ye long:
Give up strong drink of every description.
And as it's very clear, ye may tire of ginger beer,
I'll give you all a temperance prescription:
First, the sugar you have got, then the water boilin' hot,
And the lemon, faith, you'll find I'm speaking truly--
And the way you'd sprinkle salt, toss a glass or two of malt.
Faith, they call it lemonade in Ballyhooley.

As you've kindly said "encore", faith, well, here's a trifle more:
One mornin' patriotic Captain Dooley,
Oh, looking so gay and nice with his nightcap full of ice,
Appears upon parade in Ballyhooley.
Says he, "Boys, do not think that my headache's caused through drink,
And to prove to ye that I'm speakin' truly,
Just to show I'm not afraid, produce the lemonade.
Begorra, we'll have another at Ballyhooley.