Billy O'Shea - Michael Black

We all got drunk in Dublin city

Fall down me Billy

We all got drunk, sure more’s the pity

Fall down Billy O’Shea

Fall down, fall down, fall down me Billy

We’re bound away for Americay

Fall down Billy O’Shea

We all lay down on Sir Rogerson’s Quay

Fall down me Billy

And when we woke we were out to sea

Fall down Billy O’Shea

Oh! we are no sailors captain Drew

Fall down me Billy

And quite unwilling to sail with you

Fall down Billy O’Shea

Says the captain, «I've a cure for that»

Fall down me Billy

«And here for a start is a dose of the cat»

Fall down Billy O’Shea

So we sent him up to the top-mast yard

Fall down me Billy

And when he hit the deck, oh! he took it hard

Fall down Billy O’Shea

So we wrapped him in the Captain’s sail

Fall down me Billy

And lowered him gently o’er the rail

Fall down Billy O’Shea

Over the side and down he goes

To Davy Jones with a stitch through his nose