Bold Thady Quil

Melody -

1. Ye maids of Dunhallow
Who're anxious for courting
A word of advice
I will give unto ye:
Proceed to Banteer,
To the athletic sporting
And hand in your name
To the club committee.

2. But do not commence
Any sketch of your progress
Till a carriage ye see
Comin' over the hill,
And down through the valleys
And glens of Kilcorney
With that Muskerry sportsman,
The bold Thady Quill

For ramblin', for rovin',
For football or courtin'
For drinkin' strong liquor
As fast as you fill;
In all your days rovin',
You'll find none so jovial
As the Muskerry sportsman,
The bold Thady Quill.

3. Thady was famous
In many other places;
At the athletic meeting
Held out in Cloghroe
He won the long jump
Without throwing off his braces
Goin' fifty-four feet
Every sweep he would throw.

4. At the pullin' o' the weight
There was a Dublin man foremost
But Thady outreached
And exceeded him still
And around the whole field
Rang the wild ringing chorus
"Here's luck to our hero!
The bold Thady Quill."
  5. At the great hurlin' match
Between Cork and Tipperary
'Twas played in the park
By the banks of the Lee
Our own darlin' boys
Were afraid of being baten,
So they send for bold
Thady to Ballinagree.'

6. He hurled the ball left
And right in their faces
And show'd those Tipp'rary boys
Learnin' and skill
If they came in this way,
Shure he surely would brain' em
And the papers full
Of the praise for Thade Quill.

7. In the year ninety-one
Before Parnell was taken,
Thade was outrageously
Breaking the peace
He got a light sentence
For causin' commotion,
And six months hard labour
For batin' police.

8. But in spite of coercion
He's still agitatin'
Ev'ry drop of his life's blood
He's willing to spill,
To gain for old Ireland
Complete liberation,
"Till then there's no rest
For me" says bold Thady Quill

9. 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.

10. "Oh Mama" said she,
I know what'll cure me
And all me diseases
Most certainly kill,
Give over your doctors
And medical treatment,
I'd rather one squeeze
Outta bold Thady Quill.

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