The headlong charge of Tipperary.
But meet him in his cabin rude,
Or walking with his dark-haired Mary,
You’d swear they knew no other mood,
But mirth and love in Tipperary.”
When I had finished, Mike returned me the favor by singing, with the motor as an accompaniment, a famous Tipperary song. The words of it are:
“Oh, Paddy, dear, and did you hear the news that’s going round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground;
No more St. Patrick’s Day we’ll keep, his color can’t be seen,
For there’s a bloody law agin the wearin’ o’ the green.