“Ould Murphy the Piper lay on his deathbed,
To his only son Tim, the last words he said,
‘My eyes they grow dim, and my bosom grows could,
But ye’ll get all I have, Tim, when I slip my hould,
Ye’ll get all I have, boy, when I slip my hould.
“‘There’s three cows and three pigs, and three acres of land,
And this house shall be yours, Tim, as long as ’twill stand;
All my fortune is threescore bright guineas of gould,
An ye’ll get all I have, Tim, when I slip my hould,
Ye’ll get all I have, Tim, when I slip my hould.