Oh, won't you help me, Sergeant. Get me out of this old jail.
 I don't know how I got here. I was drunk on a swampy trail;
 On Tullamore Dew, Tullamore Dew; drinkin' Tullamore Dew,
 Tullamore Dew, Tullamore Dew; drinkin' Tullamore Dew.
 
 I didn't mean to be drunk and bring ya all this shame,
 But I had a fight with the Shore Patrol, down in old Blauvain,
 Over Tullamore Dew, Tullamore Dew; drinkin' Tullamore Dew.
 
 Now, this old jail has rats and fleas and snakes crawl on the floor.
 Take me back to my swamp, Sarge and I won't get drunk no more,
 On Tullamore Dew, Tullamore Dew; drinkin' Tullamore Dew.
 
 There's Friendlies all around us and it's lookin' bad, I think.
 We can't do a thing, Sarge, so let's have a little drink
 Of Tullamore Dew, Tullamore Dew; drinkin' Tullamore Dew.