Sure it's the same old shillelagh
Me father brought from Ireland.
And divil a man prouder than He,
As he walked with it in his hand.
He'd lead the band on Paddy's Day
And twirle it round his mitt
And divil a bit we'd laught at it
Or Dad would have a fit
Sure with the same old shillelagh
Me father could lick a dozen men
As fast as they'd get up be gorry,
He'd knock 'em down again
And many's the time he used it on me
To make me understand
The same old shillelagh
Me father brought from Ireland.
