Classic Poem

'Twas me was the divil when I was wee,
Full iv capers and up for fun,
And there wasn't one in the parish like me,
And dear! how my two bare feet could run
When I was wee!

Fetch or fellow iv me to get
Ye'd wander far on either hand.
But that and all ye'd never set
Eyes on the bate in yer own townland
When I was wee!

Ah! sharp the tip iv the tongue that's old.
And white the laugh when the lips fall in—
It's the young to laugh and the aged to scold,
The old to pray and the young to sin,
And I was wee.

And ye want to go out to the dance, avic,
As if ye have nothin' else to do?
And me the poor old man on a stick,
But once I could step on the floor like you
When I was wee!