Without a clane shirt to my back.
But my mother died while I was sucking,
And larning for whiskey to squall,
Leaving me a dead cow, and a stocking
Brimful of—just nothing at all.
But in rainy, &c.
My ancistors, who were all famous
At Donnybrook, got a great name:
My aunt she sould famous good whiskey—
I’m famous for drinking that same.