He didn't save the Irish elk, 'twas dhrownded be the flood,
But still we can't find fault with him, he made it up to Erin, for
He didn't lave a reptile there, an' did a power of good.
But while the Captain, Pat O'Toole, was coastin' round, an' dhroppin' men,
An' elephants, an' butterflies, behind him in his thrack,
The ark with Noah, and his wife, an' childer, sthruck on Ararat,
An' sprung a leak, an' all at once, became a total wrack!
Whin Noah got his specks, an' saw by manes of different telegrams,
How Pat O'Toole had been at work, his heart within him sunk,