It was just about this pariod of the fine ould anshint history
Of the murnful earth, that Pat O'Toole, the Irishman was born,
He gev the information,
In a noisy intimation
Of his presence, rather early, on a Whitsun Monday morn,
But it's not all out particular, or anything material,
To the thruth consarnin' all about the narrative I've spun,
The story of his birth, or the mirth
Upon this earth,
That shook his father's rafthers, with rousin' rounds of fun.