His name was a terrible name indeed,
Being Timothy Thady Mulligan;
And whenever he emptied his tumbler of punch,
He’d not rest till he’d filled it full again.
The boozing, bruising Irishman,
The ’toxicated Irishman,
The whisky, frisky, rummy, gummy, brandy, no-dandy Irishman.
This was the lad the lady loved,
Like all the girls of quality;
And he broke the skulls of the men of Leith,