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 So, says he to my mother, one night,

To England suppose you and I go,

And the very same day, by moonlight,

They took leave of the county of Sligo.

Sing de ral, lal de ral la, fal lal, &c.

That the land is all cover’d with water.

’Twixt England and Ireland, you'll own;

And single misfortunes, they say,

To Irishmen ne’er come alone;

So my father, poor man ! was first drown’d

Then shipwreck’d in sailing from Cork,

But my mother,—she got safe to land,

And a whiskey-shop open’d in York.

Fal de ral, &c.

Just a year after father was dead,

One night, about five in the morn,

An odd accident happen’d to me,

For 'twas then that myself was first born;

All this, I've been told by my mammy,

(And surely she’d not tell me wrong,)

But I don’t remember nought of it,

'Caze it happen’d when I were quite young.

Fal de ral, &c.

On the very same day, the next year,

(For so ran the story of mother,)