When I was bore on a Moray shore they hoisted a pint for me.
On a boreen green when I turned thirteen they hoisted a pint for me.
In the Galway sand I became a man and they hoisted a pint for me.
When I left home for the world to roam they hoisted a pint for me.
Hoist a pint for me, hoist a pint for me, hoist a pint for me,
From the Moray shore to the hills of Killarney.
In the old school yard of the Irish Guard they hoisted a pint for me.
I was far away on a Cyprian bay and they hoisted a pint for me.
When I got lost in McCarum dust they hoisted a pint for me.
I was off to find the Parisian Rhine and they hoisted a pint for me.
Hoist a pint for me, hoist a pint for me, hoist a pint for me,
From the Moray shore to the hills of Killarney.
Ill go off today and return tonight and theyll hoist up a pint for me.
Well fill our guts and theyll raise me up and theyll hoist up a pint for me.
If I should fall or I stand tall theyll hoist up a pint for me.
When they gather round for to lower me down theyll hoist up a pint for me.