Folks flock for to gaze upon me,
All cry out without hesitation,
“Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magee!”
I fought with the Finegan faction,
We bate all the Murphies afloat,
If inclined for a row or a ruction,
Why, I’d tread on the tail of their coat.
The Ivy Green.
Oh! a dainty plant is the ivy green,