Cat. #0594 (MFH #455) - As sung by Bertha Lauderdale, Fayetteville, Arkansas on July 5, 1961
VERSE 1
I'm an Irishman from Monahan
In th North Country I was born'ed
It was many th pleasant hour I spent
On th banks of Sweet Lauairen
But to th poor I could not endure
As others in my station
An' with a heart full sore, I quit th shore
Of th once'd loved Irish nation
CHORUS:
Laddly-tire-i-are, laddly-tire-i-a-a
Laddly-tire-i-air-o-laddie
VERSE 2
It was early on one Sunday morn
As Phabus was arising
In th stout brig call DeLizie
VERSE 3
'N four or five of our best men
When hunger was confounded
An' seven more jumped overboard
And willfulli was drowned
VERSE 4
An' when we landed in New York Bay
To see how they were dancing
There were lads an' lassies dancing around
An 'round each other prancing
VERSE 5
An' each lass to see how she was dressed
With white pettycoats an' long flounces
And lengthed with each lass their was a lad
With blue jackets an' white trousers
VERSE 6
An' when we landed in New York Bay
We were both stout an' hearty
We were ready for any emergency
That's how th police force started
VERSE 7
Then we gave three cheers for Irelen
Where friends lay broken hearted
An' like a flock of sheep, we strayed away
An' from each other parted