So my father, poor man! was first drown'd,
Then shipwreck'd, in sailing from Cork,
But my mother she got safe to land,
And a whisky shop open'd in York.
Fal de ral, &c.
Just a year after father was dead,
One night about five i' th' morn,
An odd accident happen'd to me,
For 'twas then that myself was first born.
All this I've been told by my mammy,