by Phelim O’Flanagan
Och! when I came first to this fine London Town
I peeped at the show shops and walked up and down
Till I met with a fair, and this fair she was Brown
Och I gave her a smile and she gave me a frown
Whach fal de rol
Then I told her my lineage was high of renown
That my uncle O’Grogan was Mayor of the Town
That my dear cousin Paddy had worn a furred gown
So I thought I was quite a fair match for Miss Brown
Whach fal de rol
Och says I on my passion dear jewel look down
You’re a pearl my fair crature and fit for a crown
Take care of your own sir! says she with a frown
And she gave me a look that had nigh knocked me down
Whach fal de rol
But still thy dear cratur thy nice bit of Brown
Breaks a hole in my rest when to sleep I lie down
On her smile I can live while I’m kilt by her frown
Soon my ghost all in white will be shadow to Brown
Whach fal de rol