Like one, that's got the jigs,
An' in the town of Limerick, if
You ever chance, to meet
A haggard man, wid batthered hat,
Come sthridin down the sthreet,
An' if he stops, by fits and starts,
An' stares at nothin' keen!
Say "there goes Corney, look he's mad!
He cotch a Fairy Queen."
And if you chance in Sackville Sthreet,