| Oh the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man | 
| Well weren’t we the rare oul stock | 
| Spent the evenin' gettin' locked | 
| In the Ace O' Hearts where the high stools were | 
| Engaging | 
| Over the Butte Bridge, down by the dock | 
| The boat she sailed at five o’clock | 
| 'Ah hurry on', said Whack | 
| 'Or before we’re there we’ll all be back | 
| Carry him if you can' | 
| Oh the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man | 
| Before we reached the Alexander Base | 
| The ding dong we did surely raise | 
| In the bar of the ship, had great sport | 
| As the boat she sailed out of the port | 
| Landed up in the Douglas Head | 
| Enquiring for a vacant bed | 
| The dining room we soon got shown | 
| By a decent looking woman | 
| Saying 'Lads ate up if you can. | 
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| Oh the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man | 
| Next morning we went for a ramble round | 
| Viewed the sights of Douglas Town | 
| Ended up in a mighty session | 
| In a pub they call dick Darby’s | 
| We all got drunk by half past three | 
| To sober up we went swimmin' in the sea | 
| Back to the digs for the spruce up | 
| While waitin' for the Rosie, we all drew up our plan | 
| Oh the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man | 
| That night we went to the Texas Bar | 
| Came back down by horse and car | 
| Met Big Jim and all went in | 
| To drink some wine in Yates' | 
| The Liverpool girls it was said | 
| Were all to be found in the Douglas Head | 
| Mcshane was there in tie and shirt | 
| The foreign queer was tryin' to flirt | 
| Sayin', 'Hey, girls, I’m your man. | 
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| Oh the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man | 
| Whacker fancied his good looks | 
| On the Isle of Man woman he was struck | 
| The Liverpool lad was by her side and | 
| And he threw the jars into her | 
| Whacker thought he’d take a chance | 
| He asked the quare one out to dance | 
| Around the floor they rocked and rolled | 
| To Whack it was no bother | 
| Everythin' was goin' to plan | 
| Oh The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man | 
| The Isle of Man woman fancied Whack | 
| Your man stood there till his mates came back | 
| Whack! | 
| They all whacked into Whack | 
| Whack was landed on his back | 
| The police force arrived as well | 
| Banjoed a couple of them as well | 
| Landed up in the Douglas gaol | 
| 'Til the Dublin boat did sail | 
| Deported every man | 
| Oh the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man |