OIE'LL VOIRREY.
D’YOU min' them oul' Oie'll Voirreys with the hollan all in berries
An' the carvels goin' a singin' on the night?
An' Tommy Danny Quilliam an' quare oul’ Juan Illiam
With cannles in their fisses for the light?
An' marchin' up the aisle, singin' solium all the while
With all the parish listenin' to them there?
An' Pazon smilin' cheerful, but watchin' very keerful,
To keep the wans reminded where they were?
There was teens of cannles blazin', an' all the people gazin',
With Pazon's wans so studdy in the pew.
An' Church all titivated an' tasty decorated,
An' tossed up middlin' stylish at them too.
An' Billy Boyde the Bithig an' Johnny Bob the Kithag,
Them wans was good thremendjus for the chune.
Pretendin' at a loss, jus' to give the choir a toss,
But sthrampin' to be at it very soon.
Wan time that I was workin' away at Cooil-ny-Eairkan,
Gettin' holly with the res' for the day;
So beat I was with slumber, an' carvels such a number,
That down upon the flure I slipped, an' lay.
