From great Londonderry to London so merry,

My own natty self in a waggon did ride;
In London so frisky, folks ride in a whiskey,

At Connaught they carry their whisky inside.
I jump'd from the waggon and saw a Green Dragon,

I spy'd a blue boar when I turn'd to the south; At the Swan and two Throttles I tippled two bottles, And bother'd the beef at the Bull and the Mouth. Ah! Paddy, my honey! look a'ter your money,

'Tis all botheration from bottom to top; Sing didderoo daisy, my jewel be aisy,

This London, agrah ! is the devil's own shop.

The great city wax-work, was all a mere tax work,

A plan to bamboozle me out of my pelf; Says I, Mrs Salmon, c’up with your gammon,

Your figures are no more alive than yourself. I ax'd an old quaker the way to Long Acre;

With thee and with thou he so bother'd my brain, After fifty long sallies, through lanes and blind alleys I found myself trotting in Rosemary lane.

Ah! Paddy, &c.

At night, how silly! along Piccadilly

I wandered, when up comes a beautiful dame; Huzza! says the lady, How do you do Paddy?

Says I, Pretty well, ma'am, I hope you're the same. A great hulking fellow, who held her umbrella,

Then gave me a terrible thump on the nob:
She ran away squalling;-I, Watch! watch! was bawie

The devil a watch was there left in my fob.

Ah! Paddy, &c.

DENNIS BULGRUDDERY. I was born once at home, when my mother was out In her reck’ning, an accident brought it about: As for family honours and such kind of fun, Though some boast of forefathers, yet I had but one.

Derry down, down, down, derry down.

Our cottage was fill'd, though 'twas not very big, With poultry and pictures, three chairs, and a pig; Our dog was callid Dennis, our cow, Paddy Whack? But till christen’d, I hadn't a name to my back.

Derry down, &c.

When I came to be christen’d, my poor mother saw
On my face our dog Dennis was setting his paw:
What's his name, says the priest? down Dennis, says

So Dennis Bulgruddery they christen'd me.

Derry down, &c.
I grew up, I got married, and left in the lurch,
For my wife died before I could get her to church;
I with her was too late; with my second too soon,
For she brought me a son in the first honey moon.

Derry down, &c.
I was yex'd; and, says I, not to make a great fuss,
Three months the priest reckons since he coupled us :
That's right reck’ning, says she, for 'tis three months

by mine, And three by your own, which together make nine.

Derry down, &c.

To bury this lady came next in my head,
For no other cause but because she was dead;

So I married once more, (I suppose you guess who) The beautiful crature that keeps the Red Cow.

Derry down, &c.

My lambkin she scolds, when the brandy I sup,
Till some husbands would foolishly tuck themselves

up; But though in a noose I am fast with a wife, Yet, thank Fortune, I never was hang'd in my life.

Derry down, &c.

But away with complaint, for myself ne'er intends
To grieve, while my house holds such bushels of friends;
So iny fortune I'll pocket, whatever it be,
And cry, Ladies and Gentlemen, thank ye for me

Derry down, &c.



My dear Molly Mogg, ye’re as soft as a bog,

And as daft as a kitten,

As daft as a kitten;
Those eyes in your face, oh! pity my case,

Poor Paddy hath smitten,

Poor Paddy hath smitten;
For softer than silk, and fair as new milk,

Your lily-white hand is,

Your lily-white hand is; ..
Your shape's like a pail, from your head to your tail,

You're straight as a wand is,
You're straight as a wand is.

Your lips are red as cherries, and your curling hair is

As black as the devil,

As black as the devil;
Your breath is as sweet too, as any potatoe,

Or orange from Seville,

Or orange from Seville: When drest in your bodice, you trip like a goddess,

So nimble, so frisky,

So nimble, so frisky,
A kiss on your cheek, 'tis so soft and so sleek,

Would warm me like whisky,
Would warm me like whisky.

I grunt and I pine, and I sob like a swine,

Because ye're so cruel,

Because ye're so cruel,
No rest I can take, or asleep or awake,

I dream of my jewel,

I dream of my jewel.
Your hate then give over, nor Paddy your lover

So cruelly handle,

So cruelly handle,
Or Paddy must die, like a pig in a stye,

Or the snuff of a candle,
The snuff of a candle.

IN IRELAND SO FRISKY. In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whisky, ..

We manag'd to keep care and sorrow aloof; Our whirligig revels made all the blue devils

Creep out with the smoke through a hole in the roof. But well I remember one foggy November,

My mother cried, Go make thy fortune, my lad, Go bother the ninnies clean out of their guineas: Away then I scamper'd from Ballinafad.

Then to seek for promotion I walk'd the wide ocean,

Was shipwreck’d, and murder'd, and sold for a slave, Over mountains and rivers was pelted to shivers,

And met on this land with a wat'ry grave.
But now Mr. Jew-man has made me a new man,

And whisky and Mammora make my heart glad, To the sweet flowing Liffey, I'm off in a jiffey,

With a whack for old Ireland and Ballinafad.

From this cursed station, to that blessed nation,

Again Mr. Rooney shall visit your shore; Where, O flourish so gaily, my sprig of shillelah,

Long life to old Nadab of Great Madagore. O then all my cousins will run out by. dozens,

And out too will hobble old mammy and dad, At dinner they'll treat us with mealy parates,

And whisky distillid at sweet Ballinafad.

A JOLLY fat friar lov'd liquor good store,

And he had drunk'stoutly at supper;
He mounted his horse in the night at the door,

And sat with his face to the crupper.
Some rogue, (quoth the friar,) quite dead to remorse,

Some thief, whom an halter will throttleSome scoundrel has cut off the head of my horse, While I was engag'd with the bottle

Which went gluggity, gluggity, glug.

The tail of this steed pointed south on the dale,

'Twas the friar's road home, strait and level But when spurr’d, a horse follows his nose, not his tally

So he scamper'd due north like the devil.

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