"While In the merry month of may from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed :bip: mother
Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues for rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin"