Paddy's rambles/Paddy's Rambles from Dublin to London

PADDY’S RAMBLES FROM DUBLIN
TO LONDON

FROM Dublin to London I came,
⁠and that, by my soul, was a blunder,
I heard such account of its name,
⁠I thought I would see a great wonder;
I star’d, as I hope to be sav’d,
⁠when I heard them like Irishmen talking;
Like Dub in the streets were all pav’d,
⁠and the seamen and women were walking.
⁠Fal de dal, &c.

They seem’d to be making great fun,
⁠when I quickly did ask information;
They ⟨laugh’d⟩ all aloud as I run,
⁠and they swore that my brogue told my nation,
For Ireland say I, with a bull,
⁠bad luck to the day I did leave it,
For brogue sure I have none at all,
⁠if I had I never ⟨perceiv’d⟩ it.
⁠Fal de dal, &c.

Aloud they all shouted a bull,
⁠and ⟨swore⟩ they did none of them doubt me;
I found I should have my hands full,
⁠I prepared to lay finely about me,
I caught one and broke his hard head,
⁠he crying, went home to his daddy,
Tho’ kill’d every one as they stood,
⁠still they cry’d out a bull and a Paddy.
⁠Fal de dal, &c.

0! at length I got rid of the throng,
⁠for I clear’d them all like a victor,
I stood, as I walk’d along,
⁠at a paint shop, to look at a picture,
Six Irishmen riding on bulls;
⁠for the painter, I think it would really
Just fit to reward his thick skull,
⁠with a wreath of old Irish shilella.
⁠Fal de dal, &c.

Och, honest Pat, never mind,
⁠no ’casion we have to distinguish,
Your comrade Jack Bull is so kind,
⁠so fain would he make you his name sake;
But we will be brothers and friends,
⁠and why should our enemies sunder,
United complete all our minds,
⁠and united we’ll ⟨cause⟩ men knock under.
⁠Fal de dal, &c.

Come fill us a full flowing glass
⁠since now we are on the finish;
May our happiness all around pass,
⁠may our happiness never diminish;
Good luck to our good King and Queen,
⁠victorious may they reign for ever,
United complete all their ends,
⁠and united we will be for ever.
⁠Fal de dal, &c.