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GARYOWEN
    Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
    But join with me, each jovial blade
    Come, drink and sing and lend your aid
    To help me with the chorus:

    cho: Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
         And pay the reckoning on the nail;
         No man for debt shall go to jail
         From Garryowen in glory.

    We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
    We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run
    We are the boys no man dares dun
    If he regards a whole skin.

    Our hearts so stout have got no fame
    For soon 'tis known from whence we came
    Where'er we go they fear the name
    Of Garryowen in glory.

    Note: Official marching tune of Custer's Seventh Cavalry.
         Garryowen, or Owen's Garden, is a suburb of Limerick.