All young lovers that are fond of sporting,
pay attention for a while,
I will sing you the praises of Puck Fair,
and I'm sure it will make you smile;
Where the lads and lassies coming gaily to Killorglin can be seen,
To view the Puck upon the stage, as our hero dressed in green.

_Chorus._

And hurra for the gallant Puck so gay,
For he is a splendid one
Wind and rain don't touch his tail,
For his hair is thirty inches long.

Now it is on the square he's erected with all colours grand and gay;
There's not a fair throughout Ireland, but Puck Fair it takes the sway,
Where you see the gamblers in rotation, trick--o'-the-loop and
other games,
The ballad-singers and the wheel-of-fortune and the shooting-gallery
for to take aim.

_Chorus._

Where is the tyrant dare oppose it?
Our old customs we will hold up still,
And I think we will have another--
That is, Home Rule and Purchase Bill.

Now, all young men that are not married,