Lyrics

Ye maids of Duhallow who're anxious for courtin' A word of advice I will give unto ye Proceed to Banteer, to the athletic sportin' And hand in your names to the club committee And never commence any sketch on your programme Till the carriage you see flyin' over the hill Right down through the valleys and lands of Kilcorney With our own darlin' sportsman, the bold Thady Quill For ramblin', for rovin', for football or courtin' For drinkin' black porter as fast as you'd fill In all your days rovin' you'll find none so jovial As our Muskery sportsman, the bold Thady Quill At the great hurlin' match between Cork and Tipperary 'Twas played in the park on the banks of the Lee Our own darlin' lads were afraid of bein' beaten So they sent for bold Thady to Ballinagree Hе hurled that ball right and left in their facеs And showed the Tipperary men action and skill If they touched on his lines he would certainly brain them And the papers were full of the praise of Thade Quill For ramblin', for rovin', for football or courtin' For drinkin' black porter as fast as you'll fill In all your days rovin' you'll find none so jovial As our Muskery sportsman, the bold Thady Quill At the Cork Exhibition there was a fair lady Whose fortune exceeded a million or more But a bad constitution had ruined her completely And medical treatment had failed o'er and o'er Her mother, says she, Sir I know what will ease me And cure this disease which will certainly kill Give over your doctors and medical treatment I'd rather one squeeze out of bold Thady Quill For ramblin', for rovin', for football or courtin' For drinkin' black porter as fast as you'd fill In all your days rovin' you'll find none so jovial As our Muskery sportsman, the bold Thady Quill