Oh, I'm gonna take a trip in my old Viking ship,
I'm gonna make the Irish die.
I'm gonna shout and sing, and make the broadswords ring,
When they bid their gold goodbye.
Oh, come and take a trip
On my old Viking ship,
All this plunder we can share,
I'm gonna rob the Irish blind,
And not leave anything behind,
But some babies with blond hair.
Oh, I'm gonna take a trip in my old Viking ship,
I'm gonna make the Irish die.
I'm gonna shout and sing, and make the broadswords ring,
When they bid their gold goodbye.
If you are afraid of me,
Well you damn well ought to be,
And I'm gonna tell you why,
We are comin' here to raid,
And if you are not afraid,
Then you're likely gonna die.
Oh, I'm gonna take a trip in my old Viking ship,
I'm gonna make the Irish die.
I'm gonna shout and sing, and make the broadswords ring,
When they bid their gold goodbye.
All the clergy we respect,
But we like to break their necks,
If they don't stay out of the way,
If they don't want to fight
They had best stay out of sight,
And they can practice how to pray.
Oh, I'm gonna take a trip in my old Viking ship,
I'm gonna make the Irish die.
I'm gonna shout and sing, and make the broadswords ring,
When they bid their gold goodbye.
Irish women they are fine,
And I'd like to make one mine,
For half an hour or so,
We don't wish them any ill,
And once we have had our fill,
We will likely let them go.
Oh, I'm gonna take a trip in my old Viking ship,
I'm gonna make the Irish die.
I'm gonna shout and sing, and make the broadswords ring,
When they bid their gold goodbye.
Now all the plans are made,
And it's Ireland we will raid,
You see it's a matter of greed,
There are gold and jewels elsewhere,
And there are women just as fair,
But In Ireland they Make Mead!
Oh, I'm gonna take a trip in my old Viking ship,
I'm gonna make the Irish die.
I'm gonna shout and sing, and make the broadswords ring,
When they bid their gold goodbye.