Boys of Ossory
We're the boys of Ossory
Hearken well my child
Let me drive your fancies wild
With the boys who's as brave as can be
Though the nimblest tongue should fail
To do justice to the tale
Of the boys of Ossory
Now a pack of stones
Have the balls to act as clones
So we warn for the lush boys to see
Well you best give up your farce
Or we'll kick you up the arse
We're the boys of Ossory
From the hills so grand
To the bounty of the land
To the deep dark depths of the sea
Not a soul could act as well
Or raise a living hell
Like the boys of Ossory
With the pilfered arms
From outside the Kilford Arms
How the rowdy scuts made to flee
So we stole eleven grams
From the bould mock hardy shams
For the boys of Ossory
I heard a young shock hard
Caught a young wan off her guard
And she cried "Young man, let me be
Leave me pack away the delph
For I plan to save meself
For a boy of Ossory"
From the hills so grand
To the bounty of the land
Through the deep dark depths of the sea
Not a soul could act as well
Or raise a living hell
Like the boys of Ossory
When I shuffle past
Off this mortal coil at last
Let the prince make mince out of me
Send the box of bloody shards
To the premier with regards
From the boys of Ossory
From the hills so grand
To the bounty of the land
Through the deep dark depths of the sea
Not a soul could act as well
Or raise a living hell
Like the boys of Ossory
From the hills so grand
To the bounty of the land
Through the deep dark depths of the sea
Not a soul could act as well
Or raise a living hell
Like the boys of Ossory
Hearken well my child
Let me drive your fancies wild
With the boys who's as brave as can be
Though the nimblest tongue should fail
To do justice to the tale
Of the boys of Ossory
Now a pack of stones
Have the balls to act as clones
So we warn for the lush boys to see
Well you best give up your farce
Or we'll kick you up the arse
We're the boys of Ossory
From the hills so grand
To the bounty of the land
To the deep dark depths of the sea
Not a soul could act as well
Or raise a living hell
Like the boys of Ossory
With the pilfered arms
From outside the Kilford Arms
How the rowdy scuts made to flee
So we stole eleven grams
From the bould mock hardy shams
For the boys of Ossory
I heard a young shock hard
Caught a young wan off her guard
And she cried "Young man, let me be
Leave me pack away the delph
For I plan to save meself
For a boy of Ossory"
From the hills so grand
To the bounty of the land
Through the deep dark depths of the sea
Not a soul could act as well
Or raise a living hell
Like the boys of Ossory
When I shuffle past
Off this mortal coil at last
Let the prince make mince out of me
Send the box of bloody shards
To the premier with regards
From the boys of Ossory
From the hills so grand
To the bounty of the land
Through the deep dark depths of the sea
Not a soul could act as well
Or raise a living hell
Like the boys of Ossory
From the hills so grand
To the bounty of the land
Through the deep dark depths of the sea
Not a soul could act as well
Or raise a living hell
Like the boys of Ossory
Credits
Writer(s): Dermot Maher
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