We ran outta beer, rum kept us alive Killed all the english, did not fear to fight Now we have to come, hurry, hurry home To fill up the portion, that will make us strong Sail with the wind, not far away Our dear Irish land for that we pray We dont have a rest even at night Serve us the beer or we will fight Home! Hurry home! Hurry home! Hurry home! Home! Home! Home!