He was fafafather of all schemes for to bother usSlow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace,Mare's milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week,Openair love and religion's reform, (Chorus) And religious reform, Hideous in form.Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling,Like the bumping bull of the CassidysAll your butter is in your horns. (Chorus) His butter is in his horns. Butter his horns!(Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt [on ye,Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns!Balbaccio, balbuccio!We had chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken — [pox and china chambersUniversally provided by this soffsoaping salesman.Small wonder He'll Cheat E'erawan our local lads nicknamed himWhen Chimpden first took the floor (Chorus) With his bucketshop store Down Bargainweg, Lower.So snug he was in his hotel premises sumptuousBut soon we'll bonfire all his trash, tricks and trumperyAnd' tis short till sheriff Clancy'll be winding up his unlimited [companyWith the bailiff's bom at the door, (Chorus) Bimbam at the door. Then he'll bum no more.Sweet bad luck on the waves washed to our islandThe hooker of that hammerfast vikingAnd Gall's curse on the day when Eblana baySaw his black and tan man-o'-war. (Chorus) Saw his man-o'-war. On the harbour bar.Where from? roars Poolbeg. Cookingha'pence, he bawls Donnez [moi scampitle, wick an wipin'fampinyFingal Mac Oscar Onesine Bargearse BonifaceThok's min gammelhole Norveegickers monikerOg as ay are at gammelhore Norveegickers cod. (Chorus) A Norwegian camel old cod. He is, begod.Lift it, Hosty, lift it, ye devil ye! up with the rann, the rhyming [rann!It was during some fresh water garden pumpingOr, according to the Nursing Mirror, while admiring the mon — [keysThat our heavyweight heathen HumphareyMade bold a maid to woo (Chorus) Woohoo, what'll she doo! The general lost her maidenloo!He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopherFor to go and shove himself that way on top of herBegob, he's the crux of the catalogueOf our antediluvial zoo, (Chorus) Messrs. Billing and Coo. Noah's larks, good as noo.
