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FROM great Londonderry to London so merry.

My own natty self in a waggon did ride;

In London so frisky, folks ride in a whisky,

At Connaught they carry their whisky inside,

I jump’d from the waggon and sew a green dragon,

I spied a blue boar when I turn’d to the south,

At the Swan and two Trottles, I tippled two bottles,

And bothere’d the beef at the Bull and the Mouth.

Ah! Paddy, my honey, take care of your money,

It's 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 ax-work,

A plan to bamboozle me out of my pelf,

Says I, Mrs Salmon, cut up your gammon,

You figures, are no more alive than yourself.

I ax'd an old quaker the way to long Acre;

With thee and with thou, ha so bother’d my brain

After fifty long sallies thro’ lanes and blind allies.

I found my myself in Rosemary lane.

Ah! Paddy, my honey, &c.

At, night, how silly! along Picadilly,

I wander’d 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 t terrible thump on the nob:

She ran awa squaling, I, watch! watch! was bawling:-

The devil a watch was there left in my fob.

Ah! Paddy, my honey, &c.