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