Oh boys sure old Erin is ne'er without fun
Since the knights of the baton, the knapsack and gun
Like Cowboys are herding the prairies they made
In the days they were known as the "Crowbar-Brigade".
There's a hive of them herding a ranch in Lickbla.
II
On Sunday these boys were in very bad cheer
Says one to the other "there's no one round here"
Oh, where's the young people to make up a dance
Or to chat a young lady we ne'er got a chance
We're like Jews in the wilderness here in Lickbla.
III
"Stop", "stop", says the second, "here's Padies in view"
"Don't you hear the melodion, and well its played too",
Says a third "It's a chance that we seldom do meet"
So we'll dance till we kick the old brogues off our feet
And we'll show them a winkle round here in Lickbla.
IV
When Padies arrived the Pads jumped to their pegs
Like windmills and shuttles, slap, bang, went their pegs,
Each tried to excell by the thuds of his heel
Like a new foundry hammer beating out steel
Till they shook all the buildings and mills in Lickbla.