His face was the oddest that ever was seen,
His mouth stood across 'twixt his nose and his chin;
Whenever he spoke it was then with his voice,
And in talking he always made some sort of noise.

Derry down.

He'd an arm on each side to work when he pleased,
But he never worked hard when he lived at his ease;
Two legs he had got to make him complete,
And what is more odd, at each end were his feet.

His legs, as folks say, he could move at his will,
And when he was walking he never stood still.
If you were to see him, you'd laugh till you burst,
For one leg or the other would always be first.

If this whimsical fellow had a river to cross,
If he could not get over, he stayed where he was,
He seldom or ever got off the dry ground,
So great was his luck that he never was drowned.

But the reason he died and the cause of his death
Was owing, poor soul, to the want of more breath;
And now he is left in the grave for to molder,
Had he lived a day longer, he'd have been a day older.

Derry down.