The boys from the village were festering sore. For a day on the rant with some music and more. They'd drink porter in Maura's way over in Fore. And never get drunk but stay sober. There was Harry the banjo and Dunne of the swan. With whose bone from the wing he'd beat the bodhran. And the song that he'd sing was of ganders and all. He'd never get drunk but stay sober. There was Woods on the Guitar and auld squeeze box too. Who came from a time before aeroplanes flew. He'd sit in a corner and mule quite a few. And he'd never get drunk but stay sober. There was Mahon the singer who knew all the songs. And never was known to put a foot wrong. He'd sing through the night till the break o' the morn. And he'd never get drunk but stay sober. Then Harry the banjo now there was a man. A bottomless pit if ever there was one. More porter he'd lower that there was in the land. And he'd Never get drunk but stay sober. Well the Gartloney Rats would play away. They'd play for the pints and not for the pay. And the pints they'd go down in the usual way. And they'd never get drunk but stay sober.