Erin go Bragh - Shantalla

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My name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o Argyll

A've traivellt this country for mony's the mile

A've traivellt thro Irelan Scotlan an aa

An the name A go under's bauld Erin go Bragh

Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked doun the street

Whan a saucy big polis A chanced for tae meet

He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw

Sayin whan cam ye owre bauld Erin go Bragh

Well A am not a Pat tho in Irelan A've been

Nor am A a Paddy tho Irelan A've seen

But were A a Paddy that's nothin at aa

For thair's mony's a bauld hero in Erin g Bragh

Well A know ye're a Pat by the cut o yer hair

Bit ye aa turn tae Scotsmen as sune as ye're here

Ye left yer ain countrie for brakin the law

An we're seizin aa stragglers fae Erin go Bragh

An were A a Pat an ye knew it wis true

Or wis A the devil then whit's that tae you

Were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw

A'd show ye a game played in Erin go Bragh

An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist

Aroun his big bodie A made it tae twist

An the blude fae his napper A 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 freen A had A'm shair he had twa

It wis terrible hard times for Erin go Bragh

An A cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth

An A packed up ma gear an A steered for the North

Fareweill tae Auld Reekie yer polis an aa

An the devil gang wi ye says Erin go Bragh

Sae come aa ye young people whairever ye're from

A don't give a d*** tae whit place ye belang

A come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw

Bit A ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin go Bragh