My ancistors, who were all famous
At Donnybrook, got a great name:
My aunt she sould famous good whiskey--
I'm famous for drinking that same.
And I'm famous, like Master Adonis,
With his head full of nothing but curls,
For breaking the heads of the boys, sirs,
And breaking the hearts of the girls.
For in rainy, &c.

Och! I trace my discint up to Adam,
Who was once parish priest in Kildare;
And uncle, I think, to King David,
That peopled the county of Clare.
Sure his heart was as light as a feather,
Till his wife threw small beer on his joy
By falling in love with a pippin,
Which intirely murder'd the boy.
For in rainy, &c.

A fine architict was my father,
As ever walk'd over the sea;
He built Teddy Murphy's mud cabin--
And didn't he likewise build me?
Sure, he built him an illigant pigstye,
That made all the Munster boys stare.
Besides a great many fine castles--
But, bad luck,--they were all in the air.
For in rainy, &c.