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From the north, south east or west
The best of boys are following the drum.
We are mighty hard to beat,
I may say without concate,
Faith the enemy are welcome when they come.
Be they Russiand, French or Dutch
Sure it doesn't matter much,
We're the boys to give 'em sugar in their tea
For we're the Connaught Rangers,
The lads to face all dangers,
Falla-ballah, falla-ballah, Clear the way!
You may talk about your guards boys
Your lancers and hussars boys
Your fusiliers and royal artillery (without the guns)
The girls we drive'em crazy, the foe we beat them easy
The rangers from old Connaught, yaarrr, the land across the sea!