Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
BOYS OF FAIRHILL 
Chorus: The smell on Patrick's Bridge is wicked How does Faher Matthew stick it? Here's up them all says the boys of Fair hill 
Come boys, spend a day with our Harrier Club so gay: The cry of the hounds it will make your heart thrill And, when you hear Conan Doyle say: the Amoured Car has won today," Here's up 'em all say the boys of Fair Hill 
First you go to Fahy's well for a drink of pure clean water The finest spot on earth sure the angels do say Where thousands came across the foam, just to view the Blarney Stone Which can be seen from the groves of Fair Hill 
First you go to Quinlan's pub - that is where you join our club Where around us in gallons the porter does flow First they tap a half-a-tierce and drink a health to Dashwood's race; That's the stuff to give 'em say the boys of Fair Hill 
Come boys and spend a day with our Hurling Club so gay The clash of the ash it will make your heart thrill; The Rockies thought that they were stars, till they meet the Saint Finbarr's Here's up 'em all say the boys of Fair Hill