Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o’ Argyll I've traivelled this country for mony's a mile I've traivelled through Ireland, Scotland an aa An the name I go under is Erin-go-Bragh Ae night in Auld Reekie as I walked doun the street A saucy big polis I chanced fur tae meet He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw Sayin’ when cam ye over, Erin-go-Bragh? Well, I am not a Pat, though Ireland I've seen Nor am I a Paddy though Ireland I’ve been But were I a Paddy, that's naethin at aa For thair's mony's a bauld hero in Erin-go-Bragh Well I ken ye're a Pat by the cut o’ yer hair Bit ye aa turn tae Scotsmen as sune as ye're here Ye’ve left yer ain countrie for brakin the law An we're seizin aa stragglers fae Erin-go-Bragh An were I a Pat an ye knew it wis true Or wis ah the devil, then whit's it tae you? Were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw I’d show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh An a lump o blackthorn that a held in ma fist Around his big body I made it tae twist An the blood fae his napper I 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 freend I had I'm shair he had twa It wis terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh Bit I cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth An I packed up ma bags an I sailed for the North Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an aa An the devil gang wi ye, Erin-go-Bragh Sae come aa ye young people, whairever ye're from I don't give a damn tae whit place ye belong I come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw An I ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh