Darby O'Leary

One evening of latest I happened to stray
To the County Tipperary I straight took me way
To dig for potatoes and work by the day
For a farmer called Darby O'Leary
I asked him how far we were bound for to go
The night being dark and a cold wind did blow
I was hungry and tired and me spirits were low
For I got neither whiskey nor water
The dirty old miser he mounted his stead
To the Gull Belly mountains he rode in great speed
I followed behind till my poor feet did bleed
When we stopped when his old horse was weary
When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It seemed like a kennel or ruined old church
Says I to meself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary
I well recollected was Michaelmas night
To a hearty good supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green than white
And it gave me the trotting disorder
The wet old potatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where me bed was with swarmin' with rats
The fleas would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat'
Who banished the snakes o'er the border
He worked me by day and he worked me by night
While he held an old candle to give me some light
I wished these potatoes would die of the blight
Or himself would go off with the fairies
'Twas on this old miser I looked with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to make me shake down
And I wished that I'd never seen him nor his town
Nor the sky over Darby O'Leary
I've worked in Kilconnell, I've worked in Kilmore
I've worked in Knockane and Shanbalamore
In Kalisanaker and Sollahed Moore
With farmers so decent and cheery
I've worked in Tipperary, the rag in Ross Green
At the mount of Kilfegel, the bridge of Aleen
Such woeful starvation, I never yet seen
As I got from old Darby O'Leary