De wheats and de oats, and de flaxes,
De rents, and de tydes, and de taxes,
While Erin may go bray.
I put into requisition,
De girl of every condition,
For Jacobin coalition,
And Erin may go bray.
De linen I get in de scuffle,
Will make de fine shirt to my ruffle,
While Pat may go starve in his hovel,