CORPORAL CASEY
When I was at home I was merry and frisky,
My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whiskey;
My uncle was rich but would never be easy
Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
Och! rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey!
My dear little Sheila I thought would run crazy
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey.
I marched from Kilkenny and as I was thinking
On Sheila, my heart in my bosom was sinking;
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy
For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey.
Och! rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey!
The devil go with him, I never could be lazy
He stuck to my skirts so, old Corporal Casey.
We went into battle, I took the blows fairly
That fell on my pate, but he bothered me rarely:
And who should the first be that drop't? Why an't please ye
It was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey,
Och! rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey!
Thinks I, you are quiet, and I shall be easy,
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey.