Henrik Norbeck's Song Lyrics

Rollicking Boys around Tanderagee, The

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Good luck to all here, now, barrin' the cat,
that sits in the corner smellin' a rat.
Boys, wheest your philanderin' now and behave,
and savin' your favours I'll chant you a stave.
I come from a land where the praties grow big,
and the boys nice and handy can whirl in a jig,
and the girls it would charm your heart for to see,
the darlin' colleens around Tanderagee.

Chorus:
So here's to the boys that's so happy and gay,
Singin' and dancin' and tearin' away,
Rollicksome, frolicksome, frisky and free,
We're the rollicking boys around Tanderagee.

No doubt you have heard of Killarney, I'm sure,
and sweet Inishowen for a drop of the pure.
Dublin's a place for the strawberry bed,
and Donnybrook fair for the breakin' of heads.
Did you ever see an Irishman dancin' paltogue,
as he faced up his partner and turned up his brogue.
He twisted the buckle and bent at the knee,
oh, they're wonderful dancers in Tanderagee.

Chorus

Now, show me the man either Christian or Turk,
who could equal our brave Robbert Emmett or Burke,
and show me the speaker could speak up like Dan,
ach, divil another bad luck to the one,
Oh show me the singer could sing like Tom Moore,
his melodies charmed all care from our door,
But we'll beat them all yet, and that you will see,
for we're rare and fine boys around Tanderagee.

Chorus

His old jauntin' car was the elegant joult,
and Derry's the place that is famed for her hoult,
Among the green bushes that grow in Tyrone,
and the County Fermanagh for muscle and bone.
For courtin' and blarney and fun at the fair,
there's no-one can equal the rakes of Kildare.
Green Erin my country's the gem of the sea,
but the gem of green Erin is Tanderagee.

Chorus

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