Oh! ’twould just come the same;
For if you and I were one, all confusion would be gone,
And ’twould simplify the mather entirely,
And ’twould save us so much bother
When we’d both be one another,
So listen now to rayson, Molly Brierly,
Oh! I’m not myself at all.
Erin is my Home.
Oh, I have roam’d in many lands,