Classic Poem

I.

When I was at home I was merry and frisky,
My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky;
My uncle was rich, but would never be asy
Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
My dear little Shulah I thought would run crazy,
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey!

II.

I marched from Kilkenny, and as I was thinking
On Shulah my heart in my bosom was sinking;
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy
For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey!
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
The devil go with him! I ne'er could be lazy,
He stuck in my skirts so, ould Corporal Casey.

III.

We went into battle, I took the blows fairly
That fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely;
And who should the first be that dropped? why, an't plase ye,
It was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey;
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey.
Thinks I, you are quiet, and I shall be asy,
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey.