Singing Lard-dardy day!
And in frolics dispose of your shillings and pence,
Since we all shall be past it a hundred years hence,
Merry-ton-ton-ton ta-lay!
“ ’Tis a queer world, and faith! I do not lay
My hat around, loose, in a domicile
Where I don’t know the way,
Unless some party gives a check for it;
I’ve travelled some—I have—and can’t be bit—
Singing Lard-dardy day!