Doby’s Last Round

(hey,

hey, hey!)

Down on Cobblestone Lane where the cold river flows There's a giant

of clay with a crooked red nose Old Doby McGuiness can out-drink

the sea And lay down a giant with one cup of tea

Raise up your glasses for Doby McGuiness The terror of Cork from

the start to the finish!

With a fist of cold iron and a smile on his face

He'll knock you right back to your granddaddy's place! (hey!)

They say that he fought

with a bull for a wager And won with a wink

and a pint of dark lager He took on the champion of

Dublin last May And knocked the poor lad into Galway Bay!

Raise up your glasses for Doby McGuiness The terror of Cork from

the start to the finish!

With a fist of cold iron and a smile on his face

He'll knock you right back to your granddaddy's place! (hahaha!)

But under the bravado,

he's soft as a pup

Unless you're the foolish one squaring on up

(no, no, no)

So here's to the legend,

the king of the street The boxer who never has tasted defeat!

To Doby McGuiness, the grandest of all! (cheers!)