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When I was at home I was merry and friſky,

My dad kept a pig, and my mother ſold whiſky;

My uncle was rich, but would never be easy,

Till I was inliſted by Corporal Casey.

Och! ruba-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Carey,

My dear little Sheelsh I thought would run crazy,

When I trudg'd away with tough Corporal Casey.

I march'd from Kilkenny, and as I was thinking

On Sheelah, my heart in my bosom was ſinking:

But ſoon I was forc'd to look fresh as a daisey,

From fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey.

Och! rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,

Bad luck to his old ſhoes, I ne'er could be lazy,

He ſtuck in my skirts ſo, old Corporal Casey.

We went into battle, I took the blows fairly,

That fell on my pate, but they brother d me rarely,

And who ſhould the firſt be that dropt—why, an't please ye,

It was my good friend, honeſt Corporal Casey.

Och! rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,

Think I, you are quiet, and I ſhall be easy;

So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey.