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There's many a man that rode a horse across the western Plain There's never been one like the Irishman O'Sullivan was his name.He never packed a shooting iron The need he never felt With two shillelaghs always hanging thereA'hanging on his belt.O yippee ki yi oh, me bucko B'gorrah an yippee ki yoTwo Shillelagh O'SullivanHe'd give any man a go.(Har the shillelagh. You know we call it the Tipperary rifle. You never have to reload it.)This bronco-busting Irishman From the heart of Erin's Isle it was after living peaceful, likeHe always wore a smile.But when the smile was leaving himIn a fight he'd Come unwound Bad cess for any crossing himThey'd wind up on the ground.O yippee ki yi oh, me buckoSongtexteB'gorrah an yippee ki yoTwo Shillelagh O'SullivanHe'd give any man a go.(Why he was so strong was Sullivan, He could put his right hand in his own left pocket, And hold himself out at arm'sLength. No man could do that. It's O'Sullivan I'm talking About. Oh, well he could.)At throwing the rope for branding calfHe was a mighty manAt throwing his two shillelaghs nowThe fastest in the land.T'would be a sad mistake me boysTo reach for a 44Before you could get the hammer cockedHe'd have you on The floor.O yippee ki yi oh, me buckoB'gorrah an yippee ki yoTwo Shillelagh O'SullivanHe'd give any man a go.(Did you know O'Sullivan played the Irish Harp? No. Oh, sure, and he did. He put 75 strings on his two shillelaghs,He'd stretch them out 24 feet,and he had four leprechaunsDancing on them to make the music. Oh, the wonder of it. Sure and he would charm the coyotes out of the hills)Across the range from morn 'til nightHe rode for daysAnd daysA'fixin' fences here and thereAnd a picking Up the strays.A cattle spread he really builtAs big as IrelandWhere he could range a million headAnd a Shamrock be his brand.O yippee ki yi oh, me buckoB'gorrah an yippee ki yoTwo Shillelagh O'SullivanHe'd give any man a go.A bit of his lip, he back of his hand, And the toe of his shoe to boot. Oh, Two Shillelagh O'Sullivan.(Now if you're ever riding through the sagebrush wilderness,And you suddenly come upon acres and acres of shamrock sprinkled with stardust, Well, you'll be after knowing,That you've just arrived at the O Sullivan spread,Known has the Lazy Leprachauns. Stop in, won't you? Sure, and they'll give you a belt of Bushmill's.) Aus Songtexte Mania