Tho' potatoes he sold by the pound.
So says he to my mother one night,
To England suppose you and I go,
And the very next day, by moonlight,
They took leave of the county of Slygo.
Sing de ral, ral de ral la, fal lal de, &c.
That the land is all cover'd with water,
'Twixt England and Ireland, you'll own,
And single misfortunes, they say,
To Irishmen ne'er come alone.