Tom: Dm Dm Am C Dm Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o Argyll Am C Dm A've traivellt this country for mony's the mile Am Dm C A've traivellt thro Irelan, Scotlan an aa Dm Am C Dm An the name ah go under's bauld Erin-go-Bragh Dm Am C Dm Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked doun the street Am C Dm Whan a saucy big polis A chanced for tae meet Am Dm C He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw Dm Am C Dm Sayin whan cam ye owre, bauld Erin-go-Bragh? Dm Am C Dm Well, A am not A Pat tho in Irelan A've been Am C Dm Nor am A a Paddy tho Irelan A've seen Am Dm C But were A a Paddy that's nothing at ah Dm Am C Dm For thair's mony's a bauld hero from Erin-go-Bragh Dm Am C Dm Well A know ye're a Pat by the cut o yer hair Am C Dm Bit ye ah turn tae Scotsmen as sune as ye're here Am Dm C Ye left yer ain countrie for brakin the law Dm Am C Dm An we're seizing ah stragglers from Erin-go-Bragh Dm Am C Dm An were A a Pat an ye knew it were true Am C Dm Or were A the devil, then whit's that tae you? Am Dm C Were it no for the stick that ye hauld in yer paw Dm Am C Dm Then A'd show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh Dm Am C Dm An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist Am C Dm Aroun his big bodie A made it tae twist Am Dm C And the blude fae his napper A quickly did draw Dm Am C Dm An paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh Dm Am C Dm An the people cam roun like a flock o wild geese Am C Dm Sayin catch that daft rascal he's killt the polis Am Dm C And for every frins A had Ah sweir he had twa Dm Am C Dm It was terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh Dm Am C Dm Bit a cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth Am C Dm An A packed up ma gear and A steered for the North Am Dm C Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an ah Dm Am C Dm An the devil gang wi ye says Erin-go-Bragh Dm Am C Dm Sae come ah ye young people, whairever ye're from Am C Dm A don't give a damn tae whit place ye belang Am Dm C A come from Argyll in the Heilans sae braw Dm Am C Dm Bit A ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh