Here are the most common version of the lyrics, as taught to me by my uncle...
Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed,
But join with me, each jovial blade,
Come, drink and sing and lend your aid,
To help me with the chorus:
Chorus
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale,
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail,
From Garryowen in glory.
We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run,
We are the boys no man dares dun,
If he regards a whole skin.
Chorus
We'll break windows, we'll break down doors,
The watch knocked down by threes, and fours,
And let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up our bruises.
Chorus
Our hearts so stout have got no fame,
For soon 'tis known from whence we came,
Where'er we go they fear the name,
Of Garryowen in glory.
Chorus