Well weren’t we the rare oul stock
Spent the evening gettin’ locked
Down the Ace o’ Hearts
Where the high stools were engaging
Over the butt bridge, down by the dock,
The boat she sails at five o’clock.
“Hurry lads now”, says Whack
“Or before we’re there sure we’ll all be back
Lads carry him if you can”
Oh the Craic Was Ninety in the Isle of Man.

Before we reached the Alexander Base
The ding dong we did surely raise
In the bar of the ship we had great sport
As the boat she sailed out of the port
Landed up in the Douglas Head
Enquiring for a vacant bed
To the dining room we soon got shown
By a decent woman from up the road
“Lads, eat it if ye can”
Oh the Craic Was Ninety in the Isle of Man.

Next morning we went for a ramble round
To see the sights of Douglas Town
Then we went for a mighty seisiun
In a pub they call Dick Darby’s.
All but drunk by half past three
To sober up we went swimmin’ in the sea
Back to the digs for the spruce up
And while waitin’ for the Judies
We all drew up our plan.
Oh the Craic Was Ninety in the Isle of Man.

That night we went to the Texas bar,
We came back down by horse and car
Met big Jim and all went in
for to drink some wine in Yates’
The Liverpool girls it was said
Were all to be found in the Douglas Head.
McShane was there in a tie and shirt.
and them foreign girls he was tryin’ to flirt.
Sayin’ “Here, girls, I’m your man”
Oh the Craic Was Ninety in the Isle of Man.

Now, Whacker fancied his good looks
On an Isle of Man woman he was struck
But the Liverpool lad is by her side
And he throwin’ the jar into her.
Well, Whacker thought he’d take a chance
So he asked the quare one out to dance
‘Round the floor they stepped it out
Sure to Whack it was no bother
Everything was going to plan.
Oh the Craic Was Ninety in the Isle of Man.

Well your Isle of Man woman fancied Whack
Yer man stood there till his mates came back
and whack! they all whacked into Whack
and Whack was landed on his back.
The Douglas force arrived as well,
Banjoed a couple of them as hell
Ended up in the Douglas jail
Until the Dublin boat did sail,
Deported every man.
Oh the Craic Was Ninety in the Isle of Man.