Ne'er found a rhyme for Tipperary.
He travell'd sad through Cork and Kerry,
He drove 'like mad' through sweet Dunleary,
Kick'd up a precious tantar-ara,
But found no rhyme for Tipperary;
Lived fourteen weeks at Stran-ar-ara,
Was well nigh lost in Glenègary,
Then started 'slick' for Demerara,
In search of rhyme for Tipperary.
Through 'Yankee-land,' sick, solitary,