3
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;
