Billy Ryan

Early one November morning

In a town just by the bay

Born a "rebel cork" kissed by the blarney

News rang clear to Galway

All the clan called to the gloaming

Jamison's and Wylies meet

To drink a toast to Billy Ryan

The lad with wings upon his feet

Oh he will fly

On feet of lightening

Oh he'll be flying

Billie Ryan

As he grew into a young man

To the clan his heart was true

Clogged his way right through the county

He's a blue ribbon dancing fool

Made a name through all of Ireland

And behold his praises sing

He's the lad with feet like lightning

And on his shoes a pair of wings

Oh he can fly

Feet so fast you barely see them

Your eyes won't be believing

All the young girls' hearts are feeling

Oh Billy Ryan

Effortless not even trying

Looks as though he's really flying

Whirling around the speed is blinding

Billy Ryan