the boys of Fairhill

Come and have a holiday with our hurling club so gay
Your souls we'll charm and your hearts we will thrill
The boys won't harm you. The girls 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 won't harm you and the girls 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 you 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 Patrick's 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.

Dublin girls are very nice. I have tried them once or twice. Here's (etc.)

If you come to Cork you'll get drisheen, And Murphy's stout and pigs crubeens.

the original lyric which I collected in 1976 from Hadda O'Callaghan of
Blacpool, Cork, brother of the author Sťan. It seems less a city song
here and more a pastourelle. Not surprisingly, as almost all of Cork's
Northside was then open country and famous for the singing of its larks.
(Jimmy Crowley, notes 'Uncorked!')

come on boys and you'll see lads and lasses in their glee
Evergreen bowers would make your heart thrill
The boys they will not harm you the girls they all will charm you
Here's up 'em all says the boys of Fairhill

Come boys and have a drink of Fahy's well spring water
Though you are dry you are welcome here still
'Tis better than the Guinness's or J. J. Murphy's porter
That has been proved by the boys of Fairhill

Come boys round by Gurranabraher tis there you'll see the fields so green
The sun shines in splendour the lark sweetly sings
Thousands come from o'er the foam just to kiss th' old Blarney stone
You can view it alone from the groves of Fairhill

Come on boys and spend the day with our hurling club so gay
The clash of the ash it would make your heart thrill
Talk about the Kerry pike let them all come if they like
They're bound to be knocked out by the boys of Fairhill

Come on boys and spend the day with our harrier pack so gay
Around the Croppy Boy and th' old road called the Cill
Where many's the bloody Black and Tan and the treacherous Saxon gang
Were all laid low by the boys of Fairhill

Come on boys and spend the day with our bowling club so gay
The loft of the bowl it would make your heart thrill
When you hear the Shea boy say - Timmy Delaney's won the day
But we beat them all says the boys of Fairhill

Come boys up to Quinlan's pub that is where you'll join our club
Round us in gallons the porter does flow
And first we tap the half o' tierce drink a health to Dashwood's race
That's the stuff to give 'em says the boys of Fairhill

Father Matthew was a famous temperance preacher in the 19th C. His
statue stands on Patrick's Bridge, in the centre of Cork City. A Cork
man would always sing "How DO Father..." rather than "How DOES...."!

"half-a-tierce" is a small barrell.

Drisheen is a type of blood sausage usually boiled in milk and onions
with lots of white pepper.

Crubeens are pigs feet with the toes removed,
boiled for about three hours till the flesh is falling off the bone

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