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We
come from Tipperary
Back home in Derry
The mouth of the Dingle Bay
We were starving in County Clark
We landed in New York
To work for the NYPD
It's men like Paul O'Kelly
Who turn the crooks to jelly
He makes the old ladies smile
And when there's some trouble
He's there on the double
To throw 'em on the big rock pile
Cops and bagpipes, strong and brave
The men of the fighting blue
If you pull me over (HEY! HEY!)
Don't write me a ticket
I'll play me pipes for you.
I'll play me pipes for you.
From the Bronx to the Bowery
To the upper East side
Outside the laundry hanging (LIKE THE FLAGS OF IRELAND!)
With a stick and a whistle
When the badge meant respect
The laddie boys who walk on the street
Cops and bagpipes, strong and brave
The men of the fighting blue
If you pull me over (HEY! HEY!)
Don't write me a ticket
I'll play me pipes for you.
I'll play me pipes for you.
Cops and bagpipes, strong and brave
The men of the fighting blue
If you pull me over (HEY! HEY!)
Don't write me a ticket
I'll play me pipes for you.
I'll play me pipes for you.
Cops and bagpipes, strong and brave
The men of the fighting blue
If you pull me over (HEY! HEY!)
Don't write me a ticket
I'll play me pipes for you.
I'll play me pipes for you.
With a drum
And a fife |
