Tommy Makem The Rapparee Lyrics

My spurs are rusted, my coat is rent, my plume is damp
with rain
And the thistle down and the barley beard are thick on my
horses mane
But my rifle's as bright as my sweetheart's eye, my arm
is strong and free
What care have I for your king or laws, I'm an outlawed
rapparee
Chorus:
Lift your glasses friends with mine and give your hand to
me

I'm England's foe, I'm Ireland's friend, I'm an outlawed
rapparee
The mountain cavern is my home, up high in the crystal air
And my bed of limestone iron ribbed and the brown heath
smelling fair
Let George or William only send his troops to burn or
loot
We'll meet them up on equal ground and we'll fight them
foot to foot
Hunted from out our father's home, pursued by steel and
shot
A bloody warfare we must wage or the gibbet be our lot
Hurrah! This war is welcome work, the hunted outlaw knows
He steps unto his country's love o'er the corpses of his
foes