SONG XLII. Corporal Casey

When I was at home, I was merry and frisky, My dad kept a pig, and my mother sold whisky: 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, Rub a dub, row de dow, corporal Casey, My dear tittle Sheelah, I thought would run crazy, Oh! when I trudg'd away with my tough corporal Casey.

I march'd from Kilkenny, and as I was thinking On Sheelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking; But soon I was forc'd to look fresh as a daisy, For fear of a drubbing from corporal Casey Och! rub a dub, row de dow, corporal Casey; The devii go with him, I ne'er could be lazy, He stuck in my skarts so, auld corporal Casey,

We went into battle, I took the blows fairly, That fell on my pate, but they bother'd me rarely; And who should the first be that dropt?—why, a'nt please ye, It was my good friend honest corporal Casey. Och! ruba dub, row de dow, corporal Casey; Thinks I you are quiet, and I shall be easy, So eight years I fought without corporal Casey.