As I was sitting by the fire
Talking to old Reilly's daughter
Suddenly a thought come into my head
I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter
Chorus:
Giddy-I-ay, giddy-I-ay, giddy-I-ay for the one eyed 
Reilly
Giddy-I-ay, try it on your own big drum
Reilly played on a big bass drum
Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter
Reilly had a bright, red, glittering eye
And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter
Her hair was red and her stockings blue
The colonel and the major and the captain sought her
The sergeant and the private and the drummer boy too
But they never had a chance with Reilly's daughter
I got me a ring and a parson too
I got me a scratch and a married quarters
Settled me down to a peaceful life
Happy as a king with Reilly's daughter
Soon a foot steps up the stairs
Who should it be, but Reilly out for slaughter
With two pistols in his hand
Looking for the man that had married his daughter
I got old Reilly by the hair
Rammed his head in a pale of water
Fired his pistols into the air
Damn sight quicker than I married his daughter