Tunnel Tigers Lyrics

Hares run free on the Wicklow mountains,
wild geese fly and the foxes play;
sporting Wicklow boys are working,
driving a tunnel through the London clay.
Up with the shields and jack it! Ram it!
Drive a tunnel through the London clay.

Lough Derg trout grow fat and lazy,
salmon sport in Cushla bay;
and fishermen from Connemara
drive a tunnel through the London clay.

Up with the shields and jack it! Ram it!
Drive a tunnel through the London clay.

The curragh rots on the Achill Island,
tourists walk on the Newport quay;
the Mayo boys have all gone roving,
digging a tunnel through the London clay.
Up with the shields and jack it! Ram it!
Drive a tunnel through the London clay.

Below Armagh the wild ducks breeding,
wild fowl gather on Loch Rea,
the sporting boys of Longford County
are digging a tunnel through the London clay.

Up with the shields and jack it! Ram it!
Drive a tunnel through the London clay.

The Carlow girls are fine and handsome,
all decked out so neat and gay;
the Carlow boys don't come to court 'em
they're driving a tunnel through the London clay.
Up with the shields and jack it! Ram it!
Drive a tunnel through the London clay.

Down in the dark are the tunnel tigers
far from the sun and the light of day;
down in the land that the sea once buried,
driving a tunnel through the London clay.

Up with the shields and jack it! Ram it!
Drive a tunnel through the London clay.
Up with the shields and jack it! Ram it!
Drive a tunnel through the London clay.