Rum te idily, &c.
There aw lay for ever se lang,
And dreamt about rivers and ditches;
When waken’d, was singing this song—
“Smash, jacky, thou’s wet a’ ma breeches.”
An’ faith! but the sang it was true,
For jacky had been se prevailing,
He’d whistled himsel’ quickly through,
An’ the chairs an’ tables were sailing.
Rum te idily, &c.