“Well I think meself in luck if I get fed on Indian buck
And ole Ireland is the country I delight in
To the devil I would say, “God curse Americay”
For in truth I’ve had enough of their hard fightin’

Hear me boys, now take my advice,
To America I’ll have you not be coming
There is nothing here but war
Where the murderin’ cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear ole Dublin”