| We can drink a keg of porter and still be wanting more |
| We’d sing and play all night until they throw us out the door |
| And we’d greet the raising sun as it sets the sky a glow |
| While roving with the lassies there a long time ago |
| A long time ago, a long time ago |
| For we’re the boys who made the noise a long time ago |
| We can fight and not be beaten |
| The likes who never seen |
| our cry was no surrender and god help who came between |
| We’d rise and stand together when stormy winds did blow |
| Twas all for one and one for all a long time ago |
| A long time ago, a long time ago |
| For we’re the boys who made the noise a long time ago |
| We’d sung old Ireland’s glory the laughter and the tears, |
| the immigrants, and the heroes and the shameful famine years |
| Our winsome girls and soldiers who fought the foreign foe |
| We sang songs of Ireland boys a long time ago |
| A long time ago, a long time ago |
| For we’re the boys who made the noise a long time ago |
| So here’s to dear old Ireland and here’s to rambling 'round |
| And here’s to friends and foes alike who wander where we’re bound |
| We’re older but no wiser, but this we’ll have yous know: |
| We’re still the boys, who made the noise a long time ago |
| A long time ago, a long time ago |
| For we’re the boys who made the noise a long time ago |