Hares run free on the Wicklow mountains,
Wild geese fly and foxes play;
Sporting Wicklow boys are working,
They're driving a tunnel through the London clay.
Chorus:
Up with the shields and jack it! Ram it!
Driving a tunnel through the London clay.
Lough Derg trout grow fat and lazy,
Salmon sport in Cushla bay;
Fishermen of Connemara
Are driving a tunnel through the London clay.
Below Armagh the wild ducks breeding,
Wild fowl gather on (round) Loch Rea,
Sporting boys of Longford County
Are driving a tunnel through the London clay.
Chorus
The curragh rots on the Achill Island,
Tourists walk on the Newport quay;
Mayo boys have all gone roving,
They're driving a tunnel through the London clay.
Carlow girls are fine and handsome,
All decked out so neat and gay;
Carlow boys don't come to court 'em
They're driving a tunnel through the London clay.
Chorus
Down in the dark are the tunnel tigers
Far from the sun and the light of day;
Down in the land that the sea once buried,
They're driving a tunnel through the London clay.
Chorus
Words: Ewan MacColl; Tune: Traditional
