For his blunders were nought but th' excess of his heart;

Though there was but one blunder he ever would own,

And that was when he saw all the claret was gone.

Derry down, etc.

He'd fight for his country's religion and laws,

And when beauty was injur'd he took up the cause,

For the gallant St. Patrick, as ev'ry one knows,

Was fond of a pretty girl under the rose.

Derry down, etc

So many his virtues, it would be too long