The Tunnel Tigers lyrics

Hares run free on the Wicklow mountains,

Wild geese fly and foxes play;

Sporting Wicklow boys are working,

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Up with the shield and jack it! Ram it!

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Below Armagh the wild ducks breeding,

Wild fowl gather on Lough Rea,

The sporting boys of Longford County

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Up with the shield and jack it! Ram it!

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

The Lough Derg trout grow fat and lazy,

Salmon sport in Cushla bay;

Fishermen of Connemara

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Up with the shield and jack it! Ram it!

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

The curragh rots on Achill Island,

Tourists walk on the Newport quay;

Mayo boys have all gone roving,

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Up with the shield and jack it! Ram it!

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Carlow girls are fine and handsome,

All decked out so neat and gay;

Carlow boys don't come to court 'em

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Up with the shield and jack it! Ram it!

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Down in the dark are the tunnel tigers,

Far from the sun and the light of day;

Down in the land that the sea once buried,

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Up with the shield and jack it! Ram it!

Driving a tunnel through the London clay.