Classic Poem

Och by jasus hes a irish lad
& he owns an irish heart
Hell be to none a sneaking cad
But act a princely part
By jasus judy fill the bowl
While whiskeys to be had
For I told you hed an irish soul
& Ill drink the soldier lad
Whoop boy whoo
Spite of every botheration
The prince of waterloo
Has gave emancipation
& has kilt some taxe[s] too
So drink round to the soldier lad
& make no more to do.

Come smoke about your whiskey stills
Round bogs & mountains all
Come judys scour your whisky gills
For taxes they shall fall
So drink in the reeking stuff
& in the largest bowl
For sure I tould ye right enough
He had an irish soul
Whoop boys boys whoo
Spite of every botheration
The prince of waterloo
Has gave emancipation
& has kilt some taxes too.

The english swill their ale about
& sing like ony mad
The scotch too join the drunken rout
& hail the solder lad
& shall old irelands heart be still
Who bred the bonny boy
No well die oer the whiskey gill
But what well drink him joy.

Old england makes a ranting row
Joy drunk wi the soldier boy
Who unmuzzled the ox to tread the mow
& she kicks up her heels for joy
Old mother excise may go—mad if she will
Hes already set fire to her tail
& hell raise the siege round the whiskey still
As he's done by the copper of ale.

So arrah my honey dont bother my joys
For Ill mortgage the hide of my cow
Ere Ill want a drop of the cratur boys
To drink to the soldier now
Och arrah my darling & shall it be said
That an irishmans backward in joy
When a double tooths drawn out of Taxes head
& all by the soldier boy.