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
