[Verse]
Well good luck to all here now barring the cat,
That's sits in the corner there smelling the rat,
Whist your philandering girls and behave,
And saving your presence I'll chance you to stay.

I come from a land where the praties grow big,
The girls neat and handy while swirling a jig,
The boys they will charm, your heart for to see,
For they're wonderful, fine fellas in Tandragee.

[Chorus]
Here's to the boys that are happy and gay,
Singing and dancing and tearing away,
Rolicksome, frolicsome, frisky and free,
With the rollicking boys around Tandragee.

[Verse]
Well no doubt yous have heard of Killarney, I'm sure,
And sweet Inishowen for a drop of the pure,
Dublin's the place for the Strawberry Beds,
And Donnybrook fair for the cracking of heads.

Have you heard of an Irishman dancing the poltóg,
Facing his partner, he'll turn up his brogue,
Shake at the buckle and bend at the knee,
For they're wonderful, dancers fellas in Tandragee.

[Chorus]
Here's to the boys that are happy and gay,
Singing and dancing and tearing away,
Rolicksome, frolicsome, frisky and free,
With the rollicking boys around Tandragee.

[Verse]
Now the old jaunting car, the elegant joult,
And Derry's the place where a scheme for a hoult,
Among the green bushes that grow in Tyrone,
And County Fermanagh for muscle and bone.

For feasting and blarney and fun at the fair,
There's none more to match with Rakes of Kildare,
Green Erin, me boys, the gem of the sea,
But the gem of old Ireland is Tandragee.

[Chorus]
Here's to the boys that are happy and gay,
Singing and dancing and tearing away,
Rolicksome, frolicsome, frisky and free,
With the rollicking boys around Tandragee.

[Verse]
Tell me, where is the man, either Christian or Turk,
Could equal the bold Robert Emmett or Burke?
Where is the lawyer to speak up like Dan?
The devil another, bad luck to the one.

Where is the singer can sing like Tom Moore,
Whose melodies banished all care from your door?
But we'll beat them all yet boys, and that you will see,
For we're raring fine fellows round Tandragee.

[Chorus]
Here's to the boys that are happy and gay,
Singing and dancing and tearing away,
Rolicksome, frolicsome, frisky and free,
With the rollicking boys around Tandragee.

[Chorus]
Here's to the boys that are happy and gay,
Singing and dancing and tearing away,
Rolicksome, frolicsome, frisky and free,
With the rollicking boys around Tandragee.