Maloney had no beer to drink, Maloney had no tin,
Maloney could not pay his way and so they ran him in,
With his fol the diddle, fol the diddle daddy.'
"The judge he saw Maloney and he says, 'You're up again!
To sentence you to seven days it gives me greatest pain,
My sorrow at your woeful plight I try for to control;
And may the Lord, Maloney, have mercy on your soul,
And your fol the diddle, fol the diddle daddy.'
"Oh! labour in the prison yard, 'tis very hard to bear,
And many a honest navvy man may sometimes enter there;