Won't read about 'em in any book
Paddy's from the kitchen in Hell
Working the roofs in old Red Hook
Where many a good man fell
More hits then the New York Yankees
Since they landed on this shore
Type of mob this fair country
Has never seen before
(Chorus)
From the green fields of Mayo
To that city that don't sleep
A little known club
A secret we all keep
The heart keeps on ticking
It's been steady like a clock
All united together under
The BLACK SHAMROCK
In days of old these lads were bold
A crime was how they vented
Step out of line and in no time
Find your fate would be cemented
Told Irish need not apply
And it didn't fuckin' matter
Boom goes a shop West 53rd
And they'd watch the windows shatter
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Fame in the names like Al Capone
There's a wrong that needs 'a' rightin'
They'd all stand up shout POGUE MO THOIN
Hit the streets and start 'a' fightin'
Buried these boys all faced down
To show 'em where they're going
The devil looked up, got out of town
And we keep the whiskey flowing
Slainte' lads, we raise a glass
To your job well done
We play on loud and proud
Don't forget where you come from