’Tis he will put the ‘jildy’ in this dissolute campaign.
They’d fight for frolic half the year, but now their liquor’s cut,
The wurrd ’l go: ‘Don’t waste your time! the bay’net and the butt!’
“Six hundher’ stiflin’ throats in front—tu hundher’ lef’ behind
To suk the pickins av the cask whiniver they’ve a mind!
I would not be the Paythan man forninst the ‘Sungar’ wall
Whin those six hundher gintlemen projuce the long bradawl!
“They will be dhry—tremenjus dhry—an’ not a dhram to toss—
Divils of Ballydaval, Holy Saints av Holy Cross!
An’ Holy Cross they all will be from Carrick to Clogheen,