Granddaddy used to sit me on his And me how it was in the old country Famine and floods and crops failed I'd listen for hours as he his tale
He said, "There must have been a on the family name" But he swore he'd be the one to break that With money that he saved from the of his brow get 'em out of there, someday, somehow
Well, he was much of a gamblin' man But he of passage to the Promised Land Bet it all on a life in America He said, "We'll change our fate, and this O'Reilly Luck"
I can only the look on his face Tickets in hand, as they the days Eleven passports, no turnin' Decidin' what they should and pack
But the baby caught the fever just days And the hung a sheet on their front door For two long weeks they quarantined Stranded with but a shattered dream
Well, he never was of a gamblin' man But he of passage to the Promised Land Bet it all on a better in America He said, "We'll change our fate, and this O'Reilly Luck"
Granddaddy told this story he passed away How the people all cheered from the dock day While he shook his fist with a in his eye At the beautiful of the White Star Line
And he cursed his fate and his danged Luck As the mighty Titanic, sailed the sun
Well, he never was much of a man But he found his way to the Promised Bet it all on a better life in He said, "We'll change our fate, and this O'Reilly Luck Danged Luck"