Lyrics:
Och, thin! why did I lave thee,
Ould Ireland good and thrue?
Why lit him so de save me
Wid' blarney blatherin' blue?
Why lave me hills so cheerin',
Me valleys always green,
Me Katie so endearin'
The swatest maid ye's seen?
chorus:
Oh, for me bogs an' me fogs an' me hogs an' me dogs,
An' me clogs an' me nate little frogs.
Oh! for me togs an' me grogs an' me nogs an' me jogs,
An' me illigant cabin of logs.
Arrah? Arrah!
Me lord he's quite hilarious,
A hurryin' up the day;
The Gen'ral, too's preparious,
Spadin' him on his way.
He's scurryin' cross the ocean,
Where reigns sweet libertee;
But fradom, to my notion,
Isn't two 'ginst one you see.
I've a mighty sacret kapin',
That if I should revale
Would sthop Miss Vi'let's wapin',
An' make Lord Dolphin quail.
He'd pull sthroke in a galley;
But thin I'm not so green,
For I'd lose my place as valet,
If I'd lake out what I've seen.