"I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And [bad word] on," cried she. [bad word] out of [bad word] dance with me in Ireland."

One man, one man alone
In that outlandish gear,
One solitary man
Of all that rambled there
Has turned his stately head.
That is a long way off
"And [bad word] on," he said
"And the night grows rough."

"I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And [bad word] on," cried she. [bad word] out of charity,
And dance with me in Ireland."

"The fiddlers are all thumbs,
Or the fiddle-string accursed,
The [bad word] and the [bad word] And the [bad word] all are burst,
And the trombone," cried he,
"The [bad word] and trombone,"
And [bad word] a malicious eye,
"But [bad word] on [bad word] on."

"I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And [bad word] on," cried she. [bad word] out of charity,
And dance with me in Ireland.