| lyric | Come and have a holiday with our hurling club so gay.
Your souls we’ll charm, and your herats we will thrill.
The boys they won’t harm you. The girls all will charm you.
Here’s up ’em all says the boys of Fairhill.
Come on boys and you’ll see, lads and lassies full of glee
Famous for all they will make your heart thrill.
The boys they won’t harm you and the girls they will charm you
Here’s up ‘em all says The Boys of Fairhill,
Come on boys and spend a day with our Harrier Club so gay
The loft of the bowl it will make your heart thrill
When your hear the Shea boy say Timmy Delaney won today
Here’s up ‘em all says The Boys of Fairhill
Now come on up to Fahy's Well for a pint of pure spring water
The grandest place of all sure the angels do sing.
Thousands cross from o’er the foam
Just to kiss the Blarney Stone
Which can be viewed from the groves of Fairhill.
Come on down to Quinlan’s pub, that is where you join our club
Where 'round us in gallons the porter does flow
First we'll tap the half a tierce
and drink a health to Dashwood's rule.
That's the stuff to give 'em says The Boys of Fairhill.
Now the stink on Patricks Bridge is Wicked
How does Father Matthew stick it?
Here's up ‘em all says The Boys of Fairhill.
Shandon Steeple stands up straight,
The river Lee flows underneath.
Here's up ‘em all says the Boys of Fairhill.
Katty Barry sells crubeens, fairly bursting at the seams
Here's up ‘em all says The Boys of Fairhill
Christy ring he hooked the ball
We hooked Christy, ball and all
Here's up ‘em all says The Boys of Fairhill.
Blackpool girls are very rude, they go swimming in the nude
Here's up ‘em all says The Boys of Fairhill
But then they are no good at all
Up against the Sunbeam wall
Here's up ‘em all says The Boys of Fairhill. |