The weather was wet & the turf on the road,
Andy tackled the ass to bring home a load,
The ass took a pain about twelve in the day,
Begorra, says Andy, I gave him no hay.
Along the church wall the poor ass he lay down
And the neighbours came up from the end of the town
Around the poor ass they began to condole(?),
Pon me soul, says old Filsey he'll soon have a foal!(?)
Chorus
Biddy & Andy began for to cry
Saying, Asseleen, Asseleen, sure you won't die,
Your tail we will rub & your hair we will dry,
Asseleen, Asseleen sure you won't die!

Barney Kelly passed by and him rattling his brass,
And he says: "Poor old Bonhu, what's happened to your ass?"
"He's dying" says old Bonhu "and wasn't it the loss
That we used all the ginger with Nephin's old horse."
Old Casey the blacksmith of local repute
He said, "Sure it's cancer that's wrong with the brute,
" He called for some borax and dry indian meal
When the poor old ass heard him he grew very pale.
Chorus
Biddy & Andy began for to cry
Saying, Asseleen, Asseleen, sure you won't die,
Your tail we will rub & your hair we will dry,
Asseleen, Asseleen sure you won't die!

"By the Nar" says Tom Kelly "I will tell you in time
Better bring to his bedside Fitzstephen Devine,
He's a lawyer you know and expert with the quill
And a competent man for to draw out a will."
The postboy passed by and his letters in hand
But to see an ass dying he was tempted to stand,
"I perceive by his optics(?)he has got a shock
And the only cure for him is Dillian and Rock.
Chorus
Biddy & Andy began for to cry
Saying, Asseleen, Asseleen, sure you won't die,
Your tail we will rub & your hair we will dry,
Asseleen, Asseleen sure you won't die!

There was a sheet of foolscap spread out on a creel,
And all the executors was called for to kneel,
"And now" says the old ass "I vow & decree
That my body be buried at the end of Teebee.
And all the Hack(?)-Asses from near and from far
Will gather that day round my funeral car,
And now to conclude my saddle and britch
I entail to Pat Davy, he likes to be rich."
Chorus
Biddy & Andy began for to cry
Saying, Asseleen, Asseleen, sure you won't die,
Your tail we will rub & your hair we will dry,