Anthems

The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many's the year I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more

Chorus: And it's No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more

I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent And I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me nay Such a customer as you I can have any day

Chorus

I took up from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best And the words that you told me were only in jest"

Chorus

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son And, when they've caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more

Chourus

The Fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling Micheal they have taken you away For you stole Trevelyn's corn So the young might see the morn. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Chorus: Low lie the Fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly. Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling Nothing matters Mary when you're free, Against the Famine and the Crown I rebelled they ran me down Now you must raise our child with dignity.

Chorus

By a lonely harbor wall She watched the last star falling As that prison ship sailed out against the sky Sure she'll wait and hope and pray For her love in Botany Bay It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

Chorus

Rattlin' Bog

Chorus: Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-o And in that bog there was a tree A rare tree and a rattlin' tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

And on that tree there was a limb A rare limb and a rattlin' limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that limb there was a branch A rare branch and a rattlin' branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that branch there was a twig A rare twig and a rattlin' twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that twig there was a nest A rare nest and a rattlin' nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now in that nest there was an egg A rare egg and a rattlin' egg And the egg in the nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now in that egg there was a bird A rare bird and a rattlin' bird And the bird on the egg And the egg in the nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that bird there was a feather A rare feather and a rattlin' feather And the feather on the bird And the bird on the egg And the egg in the nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb on the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Chorus

Now on that feather there was a flea A rare flea and a rattlin' flea And the flea on the feather And the feather on the bird And the bird on the egg And the egg in the nest And the nest on the twig And the twig on the branch And the branch on the limb And the limb in the tree And the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o

Climbers Days of Christmas

(Same as the regular tune with the altered words)

On the first day of Christmas, my belayer sent to me: A screwgate Carbiner

On the second day of Christmas, my belayer sent to me: Two sets of nuts. and a screwgate carabiner.

Continue with:

Three French Grades

Four Belay Plates

Five Nut Keys

Six hexes jangling

Seven prussiks tightening

Eight cams a walking

Nine leaders leading

Ten pitons scarring

Eleven anchors failing

Twelve hands a jamming

Drunken Climber

What shall we do with a drunken climber

What shall we do with a drunken climber

What shall we do with a drunken climber

Early in the morning

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning

Draw on him with a permanent marker

Draw on him with a permanent marker

Draw on him with a permanent marker

Early in the morning

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Early in the morning

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning

Give him a hair of the dog that bit him

Give him a hair of the dog that bit him

Give him a hair of the dog that bit him

Early in the morning

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning

Give him bottle of whisky

Give him bottle of whisky

Give him bottle of whisky

Early in the morning

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning

Fill his chalk bag with water

Fill his chalk bag with water

Fill his chalk bag with water

Early in the morning

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning

Tie a chair to his leg,

Tie a chair to his leg,

Tie a chair to his leg,

Early in the morning

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Way hay and up he's climbing

Early in the morning

That's what to do with a drunken climber

That's what to do with a drunken climber

That's what to do with a drunken climber

Early in the morning

Way hay and down he’s falling

Way hay and down he’s falling

Way hay and down he’s falling

Early in the morning

Buncrana

(Same as 'Lisdoonvarna' except with Buncrana)

Oooohhh, Buncrana

Bun, bun, bun, bun, Buncrana!

Oooohhh, Buncrana

I said a bun, bun, bun, bun, Buncrana!

(repeat as many times as desired)

Wonderwall

Only a club anthem when David Hamilton plays it on guitar while hammered and wearing a thong. (Preferable that he plays it so much he starts bleeding)

No lyrics required.

Charlotte's Poem

Upon nomination for the First Year Rep position at the September 2023 EGM, Charlotte Vancore delivered this fine piece of Mountaineering Club prose, based off her experience with the club so far:

Here come the mountaineers Along with all their peers The German, French and other lads Each slowly going mad.

Let's not forget our Herman, Another fellow German, And Johnyy with his rocks Has Joe Mee cry "the fuck".

And up the hill we go, With only rain, not snow, The bog and stones await For one to slip and fail. If mud or blood gets here Then Joe Mee owes you a beer.

Oh wait do not fear, We call it pressure dear! Others call it fun But cillian's says its craic.

So I stand up here today, In cheer and much hurray, As toddler of the bunch I want in on the munch!

Samsung Alarm sound

An earworm sung loudly and proudly by the attendees of the Kerry 2023 trip, led by Shane Donnellan himself (with Ciara Doody inevitably receiving the blame)

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do do do do do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do do do do do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do do do do do do do do do

Killeagh

Played approximately 4,000 quadrillion times on the bus to, from and in Wales on the club trip 2025. Legend has it on a rare calm day the tune can be heard faintly echoing o'er the Welsh mountains.

From the woods of Glenbower to the River Dissour ‎
From the arms of my mother to the land ever pure ‎
All I have to remember is the pride that I felt ‎
'Round the Páirc Uí Chinnéide, where the boys never knelt

‎They'd go rarin' and tearin' and fightin' for love ‎
For the land they call Killeagh and the Lord up above ‎
Killeagh, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la ‎
For the green and the white I adore ‎
For the parish to last evermore

'95 came promotion, high up on the wing ‎
And the one up to senior, what a beautiful thing ‎
In the darkest of hours, in the depths of despair ‎
Let the Killeagh boys roar for to rattle the air

They'd go rarin' and tearin' and fightin' for love ‎
For the land they call Killeagh and the Lord up above ‎
Killeagh, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la ‎
For the green and the white I adore ‎
For the parish to last evermore

Killeagh, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la ‎
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la ‎
Killeagh, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la ‎
For the green and the white I adore ‎
For the parish to last evermore

When my time's at an ending, when my days are no more ‎
Bury me with my hurley by the River Dissour

Grace

(Only to be sung in the most dire of conditions to boost morale on the mountain.)
(Only the first two verses are sang as most cannot remember the lyrics that come next.)

As we gather in the chapel here
In old Kilmainham Gaol
I think about these past few weeks
Oh, will they say we've failed?

From our school days, they have told us
We must yearn for liberty
Yet, all I want in this dark place
Is to have you here with me

Oh Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye