My name is Duncan Campbell from the shire of Argyle
And I've traveled this country for many’s the mile
I've traveled through Ireland, Scotland, and all
And the name I go under is bold Erin-go-Bragh

One night in auld Reekie as I walked down the street
A saucy great police I chanced for to meet
He glowered in my face and he gi'ed me some jaw
Saying "When came ye over, bold Erin-go-Bragh?"

Well, I am not a Pat, though in Ireland I've been
Nor am I a Paddy, though Ireland I've seen
But were I a Paddy that’s nothing at all
For there’s many’s the bold hero from Erin-go-Bragh

Well, I know you’re a Pat by the cut of your hair
But you all turn to Scotsmen as soon as you’re here
You left your own country for breaking the law
And we’re seizing all stragglers from Erin-go-Bragh

Oh, and were I a Pat, and you knew it were true
Oh and if I were the devil, then what’s that to you?
Were it not for the stick that you hold in your paw
Then I'd show you a game played in Erin-go-Bragh

Then a lump of blackthorn that I held in my fist
Oh about his big body I made with a twist
And the blood from his napper I quickly did draw
And paid him stock and interest from Erin-go-Bragh
Then the people came around like a flock of wild geese
Saying "Catch that daft rascal - he's killed the police!"
And for every friend I had, I swear he had twa
It was terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh

So come all you young people wherever you’re from
Who don’t give a damn to what place you belong
I come from Argyle in the highlands so braw
But I ne’er took it ill being called Erin-go-Bragh

But I came from a wee boat that sails on the Forth
And I packed up my gear and I steered for the north
Farewell to auld Reekie, your police and all
And the devil gan with you says Erin-go-Bragh