Home Artists Lyrics New Stuff Popular Login
logo
The Rapparee
Seamus McGrath, Tom Brett, Michael O'Brien, James English
My spurs are rusted, my coat is rent, my plume is damp with rain
And the thistledown and the barleybeard are thick on my horse's mane
But my rifle's as bright as my sweetheart's eyes;
my arm is strong and free
What care have I for your king or laws? I'm an outlawed rapparee

Lift your glasses, friends, with mine and give your hand to me
I'm Englands foe, I'm Irelands friend, I'm an outlawed rapparee

The mountain cavern is my home, high up in the crystal air
And my bed of limestone ironribbed and the brown heath smelling fair
Let George or William only send his troops to burn or loot
We'll meet them up on equal ground and we'll fight them foot to foot

Lift your glasses, friends, with mine and give your hand to me
I'm Englands foe, I'm Irelands friend, I'm an outlawed rapparee

Hunted from out our father's home, pursued by steel and shot
A bloody warfare we must wage, or the gibbet be our lot
Hurrah! this war is welcome work, the hunted outlaw knows
He steps unto his country's love o'er the corpses of his foes

Lift your glasses, friends, with mine and give your hand to me
I'm Englands foe, I'm Irelands friend, I'm an outlawed rapparee
YouTube
No content?
Suggest content!