Three Paddies went spouting away at Gurteen,
Away at Gurteen in old Erin’s Isle,
Each stormed at the Saxons, their laws and their Queen,
And the “boys” their shillaleghs stood twirling the while;
For tenants must shoot, and landlords must die,
Cold lead is cheap, and the rents are high,
So, hurray for the agitation!
Three Bobbies came up, and they tapp’d those Pats
On the shoulders, just in a friendly way,
And they look’d rather sold, as they put on their hats,