Paddy O'brian

When first I was kitten'd, it was in Kilkenny, Such a brat sure as me, oh! there never was any; Nay, the truth is, my father suspected my mother, For the devil a-bit I was like one or t'other. Sing rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Paddy O'Brian. Sing rub-a-dub, &c To be sure I'm by nature as tame as a lion; Och! the world never saw such a Paddy O'Brian.

That my father was kind and my mother was tender, By my shoul I've more reasons than one to remember; For to sharpen my stomack, and brighten my wit Sir, Sure they left me to live upon what I could get, Sir Och! rub-a-dub, &c. Och! my daddy's a god and my mammy's a lion; Ay, and I am the devil, old Paddy O'Brian.

That my parents were given to living genteely, By my shoul is no lie, so I tell you it freely, That if one daddy dies I have still got another, And so I'm the Paddy of one or the t'other. Och! rub-a-dub, &c. To be sure and my mother was rather a sly one, When she got such a chicken as Paddy O'Brian.