[C]Casey, Cas[F]ey you're [C]the divil
When you get[F] behind the[G] wheel
It [C]was a [F]sad day [C]for the [G]Kerry
[F]sheepdogs
When[C] your Fireston[G]es they [F]did [C]feel
Oh the low road goes from Killorglin all the way down to Annascaul
When Casey came to guide us he never used his brakes
at all
A trail of sheepdogs littered Kerry from Killorglin to Macroom
He might have been all soul's salvation but he
also was the sheep dog's doom
From the holy dioceses of Galway Eamonn went to London town
Where
the traffic cops out on their duty they overtook and flagged him down
As he was tearing after luncheon around the city
like a loon
Regardless to his rank and station they forced him to blow up their auld balloon
Geographically he was in limbo faced with justice true and true
No obligations were accepted he was rightly up the
flue
No bolt of lightning from the heaven could remove the boys in blue
Well he wished the force that had worked at
Cana would turn his wine into water too
When
Ronnie Reagan came to Ireland all the wankers made a great furore
But Eamonn remembered bishop Romero said he'd even up
the score
Casey Casey said "God willin' I'll meet Reagan on the road
Niall O'Brien will hear his confessions when I've
taught him the Green Cross Code"
Casey Casey you're the right man to teach them
Yankees right from wrong
If it wasn't for yourself and Reagan there wouldn't be much to Martin Egan's song
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