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| Connaught Rangers |
 From the north, south east or west The best of boys are following the drum. We are mighty hard to bate, I may say without concate, Faith the enemy are welcome when they come. Be they Russiand, French or Dutch Sure it doesn't matter much, We're the boys to give 'em sugar in their tay For we're the Connaught Rangers, The lads to face all dangers, Fallaballah, fallaballah, Clear the way! Chorus: You may talk about your guards boys Your lancers and hussars boys Your fusiliers and royal artillery (without the guns) The girls we drive'em crazy, the foe we beat them easy The rangers from old Connaught, yaarrr, the land across the sea! Now allow me here to state, It is counted quite a trate, In old Ireland just for fight for friends's sake To crack your neighbor's head, Or maybe your own instead. Faith 'tis just the fun and glory of a wake So you see all Irish boys are accustomed to such noise It's as natural as drinking whiskey neat. For there's none among them all, from Kingston to Donegal, Like the gallant Connaught Ranger on his beat. Chorus: You may talk about your guards boys Your lancers and hussars boys Your fusiliers and royal artillery (without the guns) The girls we drive'em crazy, the foe we beat them easy The rangers from old Connaught, yaarrr, the land across the sea! T'was Bonaparte who said as the Frenchmen on he led Marshall Soult, be them the Rangers do you know? Faith says Soult, there's no mistake, to our heels we'd better take I think it's time for you and I to go. When the colleens hear their step, it makes their hearts to leap Aaargh, jewels will ye wist till Parrick's day? For they are the Connaught Rangers, the boys that fear no dangers And they're the lads that always take the sway. Chorus: You may talk about your guards boys Your lancers and hussars boys Your fusiliers and royal artillery (without the guns) The girls we drive'em crazy, the foe we beat them easy The rangers from old Connaught, yaarrr, the land across the sea! Now you haven't far to search, for the lads who best can march The lads that never fear the longest day, Faith you easily will know, their dashing step will show Tis the Connaught boys who always lead the way. If me words perhaps you doubt, come and join 'em on a route I'm thinkin' you'll not find it quite a treat; You'll see them in the van, you may catch them if you can Faith you'll have to travel fast or you'll be late. Chorus: You may talk about your guards boys Your lancers and hussars boys Your fusiliers and royal artillery (without the guns) The girls we drive'em crazy, the foe we beat them easy The rangers from old Connaught, yaarrr, the land across the sea! **** |
