PADDY’S RAMBLES FROM DUBLIN
TO LONDON
FROM Dublin to London I came,
and that, by my soul, was a blunder,
I heard such account of its name,
I thought I would see a great wonder;
I star’d, as I hope to be sav’d,
when I heard them like Irishmen talking;
Like Dub in the streets were all pav’d,
and the seamen and women were walking.
Fal de dal, &c.
They seem’d to be making great fun,
when I quickly did ask information;
They ⟨laugh’d⟩ all aloud as I run,
and they swore that my brogue told my nation,
For Ireland say I, with a bull,
bad luck to the day I did leave it,
For brogue sure I have none at all,
if I had I never ⟨perceiv’d⟩ it.
Fal de dal, &c.
Aloud they all shouted a bull,
and ⟨swore⟩ they did none of them doubt me;
I found I should have my hands full,
