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[Verse 1]
AmOne evening a late, down to Crow Street I strayed
G ETo a bar that's famous, for doin' the late trade
AmIn vodka and whiskey, and red lemonade
G E AmAmong company that's kindly and jovial
GThe man from Conallaigh, put me at me ease
Am G EAnd he sat me down easy beside a big blaze
AmHe poured me a pint and a half on that place
G E AmAnd another wee drop came from Oweny
[Verse 2]
AmFor an hour and a half, I drank liquor so rare
G EI yet swear it was brewed by the gods, I declare
AmOut of nectars and honeys and lotuses fair
G E AmAnd it frеshly came over the bordеr
Am GAt half past eleven, I sadly prepared
Am ETo return to my lodgings, back where I was reared
AmI packed up my bags, I was filled with don't care
G E AmAnd then Oweny put in a big order
[Verse 3]
AmSo the tiplers relaxed, and returned to their drinks
G ERejoicing that now they need not feel the pinch
AmPeter Short finished off the last eighth of an inch
G E AmHe was suppin' since twenty past seven
Am GAnd the music began, in an old fashioned style
Am EYou would travel to hear it, for manys a mile
AmWe were laughin' and dancin' away all the while
G E AmI thought I was dead and in heaven
[Verse 4]
AmOh, there were lads there from Newry, the Rock and the Hack
G EAnd some came from Belfast and never went back
AmAnd more lived convenient, the Carrolls and Blacks
G E AmAnd every man Jack swilling porter
GSome came from Hill Street, and more from the Key
Am ESome Crossmaglen patriots, tearing away
AmIn a skene on the Boyne, they were all in array
G E AmAnd each one kept themselves in good order
[Verse 5]
AmNow a big dirty gard, was out on the street
G EOn passing the door, heard the music so sweet
AmHe kicked up his heels, for to beat a retreat
G E AmTo summon up two of his cronies
GThey quickly returned to the scene of the crime
Am EAnd they called on the company, to fight or resign
AmLet them in cried Pat Murphy, we'd only be fine
G Am EOn the night that the gards raided Oweny's
[Verse 6]
AmSaid the Sergeant on enterin', Well what's this I see?
G EAnd why are so many of ye on the spree?
AmCould it be that at long last, the country is free?
G E AmYour conduct it is most nefarious
Am GOh the country's not free, then Oweny did say
Am EIf you want to drink porter like the rest you must pay
AmWe'll stay here if we like, 'til the clear light of day
G E AmYou know in don dark we're gregarious
[Verse 7]
AmSo the gards went around, and they took all our names
G EAnd they struggled to spell, with their feeble wee brains
AmAnd there's some names in Irish, they made a great hames
G E AmAnd more they abandoned forever
Am GTo the roof of Mullhollands, some quickly did climb
Am ETo gaze on a far, at the scene of the crime
AmTo watch the old gards, make it good over time
G E AmAs they gathered the rest all together
[Verse 8]
AmThen the divil he rose them, high up on the ramp
G EThe gard and the Sergeant, the lad with the lamp
AmThe dirty mean miserable, lousy lower tramps
G E AmFrom the bog that were dragged up so lowly
Am GMay they always see suffering, sorrow and pain
Am EMay their boots never fit, and their belts never strain
AmIf they enter of such a grand evening again
G E AmAs the night that the gards raided Oweny's
[Outro]
Am GMay their motors all stand, and their noses all run
Am EAnd their necks now so red all turn green in the sun
AmAnd their teeth all turn black, and fall out one by one
G E AmMay starvation it make them grow bony
Am GMay their arses all fester, and drop to their heels
Am EAnd their last dyin' minutes, be tempered with squeals
AmMay they dance forever, the fastest of reels
G E AmWith the divil for raidin' poor Oweney's
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