“‘Go fetch me my pipes, Tim, till I play my last tune,
For death is coming, he’ll be here very soon;
Those pipes I have played on, ne’er let them be sould,
If you sell all I have, Tim, when I slip my hould,
If you sell all I have, Tim, when I slip my hould.’
“Then ould Murphy the Piper, wid the last breath he drew,
He played on his pipes like an Irishman true,
He played up the anthem of Green Erin so bould—
Then calmly he lay down and so slipt his hould!
Then gently he lay down and slipt his last hould.”