| lyric | 1. As I was sitting by the fire,
talkling to old Reilly’s daughter
suddenly a thought came into my head:
I’d like to marry old Reilly’s daughter,
Chorus:
Giddy-I Ay, Giddy-I Ay,
Giddy-I Ay for the oneeyed Reilly,
Giddy-I Ay, bang, bang, bang,
play it on your big brass drum.
2. For Reilly played on the big brass drum
Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter
Reilly had a bright red glittering eye,
And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter.
3. Her hair was black and her eyes were blue
The colonel and the major and the captain sought her
The sergeant and the private and the drummer boy, too,
But they never had achance with O’Reilly’s daughter.
4. I got me aring and a parson too,
I got me a ‘scratch’ in the married quarter
Settled me down to a peaceful life,
As happy as a king with O’Reilly’s daughter.
5. Suddenly a footstep on the stair,
Who should it be but the one-eyed Reilly
With two pistols in his hand
Looking for the man who married his daughter.
6. I took O’Reilly by the hair,
Rammed his head in a pail of water,
Fired his pistols in the air,
A darned sight quicker than I married his daughter. |