Fer who was the boys thet was catty an’ frisky,
The first on a jam with a peavey in hand?
Who done the most work an’ who drunk the most whisky
An’ set us a pace on the water an’ land?
When the timber piled high at the bend in the river
Then who was the fellahs to break it in style?
Who laughed at the things thet made other men shiver?
The happy-go-luckies from Emerald Isle.
When it come to a scrap they was quick on the trigger;
To call them a name was to go to the mat.