"Hooroo! there's land ahoy! the tops of Wicklow are in sight!"
An' then he brought his ships around, an' dhropped a cargo everywhere,
In counthries where they'd propagate, an' where he thought they'd fit,
He made a present to the blacks, of lions and the tigers, and
The serpents and the monkeys, and such awkward perquisit,
He gev the Esquimaux, the bears, an' with the Rooshins, left a few,
An' dhropped a hungry wolf or two, to make the bargain square,
The mustang, and the buffaloe, the red man of the wilderness,
To bowld Amerikay he gev, an' still you'll find thim there,