We ran outta [bad word] kept us alive
Killed all the english, did not fear to fight
Now we have [bad word]  hurry, hurry home
To fill up the portion, that will make us strong

Sail with the wind, not far away
Our dear Irish land for that we pray
We dont have a rest even at night
Serve us the beer or we will fight

Home! Hurry home! Hurry home!
Hurry home! Home! Home! Home!