ma name s duncan campbell fae the shire o argyll a ve traivellt this country for mony s the mile a ve traivellt thro irelan scotlan an aa an the name a go under s bauld erin go bragh ae nicht in auld reekie a walked doun the street whan a saucy big polis a chanced for tae meet he glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw sayin whan cam ye owre bauld erin go bragh well a am not a pat tho in irelan a ve been nor am a a paddy tho irelan a ve seen but were a a paddy that s nothin at aa for thair s mony s a bauld hero in erin go bragh well a know ye re a pat by the cut o yer hair bit ye aa turn tae scotsmen as sune as ye re here ye left yer ain countrie for brakin the law an we re seizin aa stragglers fae erin go bragh an were a a pat an ye knew it wis true or wis a the devil then whit s that tae you were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw a d show ye a game played in erin go bragh an a lump o blackthorn that a held in ma fist aroun his big bodie a made it tae twist an the blude fae his napper a quickly did draw an paid him stock an interest for erin go bragh bit the people cam roun like a flock o wild geese sayin catch that daft rascal he s killt the police an for every freen a had a m shair he had twa it wis terrible hard times for erin go bragh bit a cam tae a wee boat that sails in the forth an a packed up ma gear an a steered for the north fareweill tae auld reekie yer polis an aa an the devil gang wi ye says erin go bragh sae come aa ye young people whairever ye re from a don t give a damn tae whit place ye belang a come fae argyll in the heilans sae braw bit a ne er took it ill bein caad erin go bragh