O'Tooly

CHORUS
O'Tool likes guys, sing loud and sly
Bunratty laughs at the western cry;
Thirty nights, and a quarter the men—
We held the stones and we’ll do it again.

VERSE I
Northman boots on the rain-wet stair,
Fire in the grate and frost in the air;
Five to one and still they ran—
Steel in the fist beats silk on the hand.

CHORUS
O'Tool likes guys, sing loud and sly
Bunratty laughs at the western cry;
Thirty nights, and a quarter the men—
We held the stones and we’ll do it again.

VERSE II
Lord O’Toole with the white-glove nerve,
Feast on the hour, retreat on the curve;
Banner up—then down it slid,
Shouting orders no soldier did.

CHORUS
O'Tool likes guys, sing loud and sly
Bunratty laughs at the western cry;
Thirty nights, and a quarter the men—
We held the stones and we’ll do it again.

VERSE III
His lady loves a dance and a tune,
Round every hall by candle and moon;
Courtiers bow and pages preen—
We drink and grin at the courtly scene.

CHORUS
O'Tool likes guys, sing loud and sly
Bunratty laughs at the western cry;
Thirty nights, and a quarter the men—
We held the stones and we’ll do it again.

VERSE IV
Thirty days at the tide’s slow turn,
Oats ran thin and the pitch-smoke burned;
Rope on the gate and grit in the steel—
West men broke on the northman wheel.

CHORUS
O'Tool likes guys, sing loud and sly
Bunratty laughs at the western cry;
Thirty nights, and a quarter the men—
We held the stones and we’ll do it again.

VERSE V
Beat that drum till the rafters shake,
Name each fool for the boasts they make;
When they brag of the day they’ll win—
Point to the wall and start again.

CHORUS (big)
O'Tool likes guys, sing loud and sly
Bunratty laughs at the western cry;
Thirty nights, and a quarter the men—
We held the stones and we’ll do it again