Late in the night, their ship reaches port-
Some wee pirate fairies; bound for sport.
A shout from the top that land is in sight-
Their ship reaches port late in the night.
Rowdy and gruff; tis a fearless lot-
Gold they stole from a leprechaun's pot.
Most dreadful men; quite ruthless and tough.
Tis a fearless lot; rowdy and gruff.
Don't ye be fooled by their half-pint size-
Tis likely you'll lose one or both eyes.
A life of hard knocks has been their school-
By their half-pint size; don't ye be fooled.
They have a need for the demon rum-
Marching as one; down the street they come.
It's sick of water, they are indeed-
For the demon rum, they have a need.
At Ryan's pub, while getting a nip-
Tis Caffrey's ale; for each a long sip.
With drunken shouts, they ‘water' the shrub-
While getting a nip at Ryan's pub.
Away through the night, they party on-
A bash their mums would sure frown upon.
So, by the beams of the full moon light-
They party on, away through the night.
When Ryan comes in very next day
To open his pub, there they all lay.
Wee pirate fairies, drunk from their binge-
Very next day, when Ryan comes in.
As he sweeps up, it's out with the trash-
Careful to gather any loose cash.
Scorn for these men so deep in their cups-
It's out with the trash, as he sweeps up.
So ends the story for these poor men
Who won't ever be so proud again.
Such mischief seldom leads to glory-
For these poor men, so ends the story.
