Erin Go Bragh - Dick Gaughan

Ma 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-go-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

Bit 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 damn 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