One evening of late into Bandon I strayed

I was bound for Clonakilty I was making me way

At Ballinishcarthy some time I delayed

For to wet me auld whistle with porter



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Tithery-ow-tow, tithery-ow-tow

Tithery-ow-tow-tow-tum :

Tithery-ow-tah-den, tithery-ow-tow

Tithery-ow-tow-tum

Tithery-ow-tah-den, doodle-e-darrow



Well I spate in me fist and I picked up me stick

And up the coach road like a deer I did skip

For I care not for bailiff landlord or auld Nick

And sang like a lark in the morning



Well I scarcely had travelled one mile of the road

When I heard a dispute in a farmers abode

The son of the landlord an ill looking toad

And the wife of the bold tenant farmer



He said what the devil's come over you all?

Not one penny of rent at each time that I call

By next October I'll settle you all

For you'll have the high road for your garden



"A robber" the bold tenants wife she replied

"You're as bad as your daddy on the other side

But the National Land League will put down your pride

For they're able to bear every storm



Its branches extend to country and town

Protecting the tenants, their houses and ground

I owe you twelve months and I'll give you one pound

If you clear our receipts in the morning



When she spoke of the Land League his lips they grew pale

Saying "What good have you done but be stuck into jail

And the rent that you owe you must pay by next gale

And believe me, we'll give you no quarter



Your husband I saw in the town just last night

Drinking and shouting for poor tenants rights

But the month of October we'll put you to flight

To follow your friends o'er the water



If my husband was d