The Gals Of Dublin Town

Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com

Now, 'tis of a famous Yankee ship, to New York we waz bound,
And our cap'n bein' an Irish man belongin' to Dub-a-lin Town,

Hoorah! Hoorah! for the gals o' Dub-a-lin Town,
Hoorah for the bonnie green flag, an' the Harp wi'out th' Crown!

An' when he gazes on that land, that town of high renown,
Oh, it's break away the green burgee and the Harp without the Crown.

'Twas on the seventeenth o' March, we arrived in New York Bay,
Our Cap'n bein' an Irishman must celebrate the day.

With the Stars an' Stripes 'way high aloft, an' fluttering all around,
But underneath his monkey-gaff flew the Harp without the Crown.

Now we're bound for 'Frisco, boys, an' things is running' wild,
The officers an' men dead drunk, around the decks they pile.

But by tamorra mornin', boys, we'll work wit out a frown,
For on board the saucy Shenandoah flies the Harp without the Crown!