Oh my name is McShane from the plains of Kildare
Farmer I was, until the last year
Till I got a notion out by the promotion
Went over to England to harvest my share
Chorus 1
Rum turalee, rum tur-a-lalley
Rum turalee, misha tur-a-lie-ay
Verse 2
I parted with Molly so blithe and so jolly
I picked up a stick for a staff in me hand
To keep myself cheery, for fear I'll grow weary
I sang as I walked as I marched through the land
Verse 3
I landed in England on a bright summers evening
The lap of the kiltar I held in me hand
Some of them laughing, and some of them chanting
And some of them trying to put Paddy away
Verse 4
I went to this woman, and I asked her for lodging
She instantly showed me the bed in the room
And being so tired and so worn out from walking
I layed myself down on the bed in the room
Verse 5
Old Lumpar the Tinker stood up from the corner
He said "By my soul I will cut off your life"
Says I "Old Tinker, you know who you're daggin'
For I'm old McShane from the plains of Kildare"
Verse 6
He tried for to fetch me a punch in the stomach
I instantly nailed him a one in the throat
He went like a heel over head in the corner
and cut his old head on a rusty old cot
Verse 7
He lay on the floor, like a sheep he was bleeding
I swore by my soul I would cut off his life
I lifted him up and sat down for a naggin'
and me and old Tinker we ended our strife
Verse 8
Well my name is McShane from the plains of Kildare
Farmer I was until the last year
Till I got a notion out by the promotion
Went over to England to harvest my share