Oh hand me down me petticoat
And hand me down me shawl
Oh hand me down me buttoned boots
For I'm off to the Linen Hall
A'ra he was a quare one
Fa de liddle yodle da
He was a quare one and I'll tell you
If you go down to the Curragh Camp
Called in at number nine
You'll see three squaddies standing there
Now the good-looking one is mine
A'ra he was a quare one
Fa de liddle yodle da
He was a quare one and I'll tell you
Oh, me love has joined the army
All under a false name
Oh, he's done me on me pension
And his ould wan is all to blame
A'ra he was a quare one
Fa de liddle yodle da
He was a quare one and I'll tell you
And if you go to the fighting lines
Go off to fight the Boers
Just keep that Dublin hand behind
Let he quare fella go me for
A'ra he was a quare one
Fa de liddle yodle da
He was a quare one and I'll tell you
Ah, me love has gone across the sea
Ah, me love is far away
Ah, me love has gone to Americay
And left me in the family way
A'ra he was a quare one
Fa de liddle yodle da
He was a quare one and I'll tell you
Hand me down me petticoat
Hand me down me shawl
Hand me down me buttoned boots
For I'm of to the Linen Hall
A'ra he was a quare one
Fa de liddle yodle da
He was a quare one and I'll tell you
How would you know one, game ball!
