A cat and a donkey, a pig and a dog,
And twenty old women stuck fast in a bog;
While down at Killarney, ’twas fire away whack,
At the glorious battle of herrings and sprats!
And although they fought without trousers or shirt,
I think they were really more frightened than hurt.
Cheer up, says old Barney, here comes the police:
Here’s old Erin and glory, plum pudding and peace,
A glass of good whiskey twice every day,
That is better than fighting and running away!