Bold Thady Quilla — Tommy Makem

The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem
Come Fill Your Glass with Us: Irish Songs of Drinking & Blackguarding.
Sung by Patrick Clancy, Tom Clancy, Liam Clancy, Tommy Makem and Jack Keenan. 1959.

Lyrics

Ye maids of Doole or who're anxious for courtin'
A word of advice I will give unto ye
Proceed to Banteer to the athletic sportin'
And hand in your names to the club committee
And never commence any sketch on your programme
'Till the carriage you see flyin' over the hill
Ride on through the valleys and lands of Kilcorny
With our own darlin' sportsman the bould Thady Quill

For ramblin', for rovin', for football or courtin'
Or drinkin' black porter as fast as your fill
In all yer days rovin' ye'll find none so jovial
As our muskeery sportsman, the bould Thady Quill

At the great hurlin' match between Cork and Tipperary
'Twas played in a park on the banks of the Lee
Our own darlin' lads were afraid of bein' beaten
So they sent for bould Thady to ball and agree
He hurled that ball right and left in their faces
And showed the Tipperary men action and skill
If he touched on his lines he would certainly brain them
And the papers were full of the praise of Thad Quill

For ramblin', for rovin', for football or courtin'
Or drinkin' black porter as fast as your fill
In all yer days rovin' ye'll find none so jovial
As our muskeery sportsman, the bould Thady Quill

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
"Ah mother", says she, "sure I know what will ease me
And cure this disease which will certainly kill
Give over your doctors and medical treatment
I'd rather one squeeze out of bould Thady Quill"

For ramblin', for rovin', for football or courtin'
Or drinkin' black porter as fast as your fill
In all yer days rovin' ye'll find none so jovial
As our muskeery sportsman, the bould Thady Quill