On skilly an' wather in jail, me bhoy.
Ye're free from all koinds o' temptations, lad,
Ye can't overate on thim rations, lad,
There's so much a-head
O' skilly an' bread
Accordin' to jail regulations, lad.
They trate ye wid fatherly care, me bhoy,
They tell ye o' what to beware, me bhoy,
They tache ye to be
Teetotal, ye see,