While The Billy BoilsSearchThere’s a dashin’ sort of boyWhich they call his Party’s Joy,And his smile-that-won’t-come-off would quite disarm ye;And he played the leadin’ handIn the Helter-Skelter Band,Known as Jimmy Dooley’s Circulating Army.When the rank and file they found,They were marchin’ round and round,They one and all began to act unruly;And the letter that he wrote,Sure it got the Labor goat,So we set ourselves to deal with Captain Dooley.
ChorusWhill-il-loo. High Ho!We’ll all be there you know,The repartees and ructions they will charm ye;And we’ll see which we prefer,Is it Dooley or McGirr,To take command of Jimmy Dooley’s Army.
When we’re marchin’ to the poll,And we’re under his control,We sometimes feel a trifle unsalubrious;For by one and all ’twas saidThat if our objective’s Red,To call it claret-coloured makes us dubious.Sure, the Fat Men one fine dayThey chanced to come our way,And we thought that we should bate them well and trooly;But we let them pass us byAnd not half a brick did fly,’Twas then we tore our tickets up on Dooley.
ChorusWhill-il-loo. High Ho!We’ll all be there you know,The repartees and ructions they will charm ye;And we’ll see which we prefer,Is it Dooley or McGirr,To take command of Jimmy Dooley’s Army.