i used to think that god
made the mixer, pick and hod
so that paddy might know hell above the ground
i've had gangers big and tough
tell me tear it all out rough
when i was building up and tearing england down
they went to sea in a sieve, they did
in a sieve they went to sea
in spite of all their friends could say,
on a winter's morn,
on a stormy day,
in a sieve they went to sea
a hungry feeling
came o'er me stealing
and the mice were squealing in my prison cell
and the old triangle
went jingle jangle
all along the banks of the royal canal
up to the well for a pail of water
washin it around for to make some tae
she fell over
i fell under
all of the game was above her knee
madam, i'm a darlin, die ro dither o
madam, i'm a darlin, die ro day
if i just stay a while here staring at the sea
and the waves break ever closer
ever near to me
i will lay down in the sand and let the ocean lead
carry me to innisfree
like pollen on the breeze