Well, Joe, there's not much to this ditty, though there may be a story behind it:

As I was going to Dublin, I met a little tailor
I put him in my pocket for fear the dogs would chase him
The dogs began to bark at him and I began to beat ['bate'] him
I threw him in the water for fear the dogs would eat ['ate'] him

All around we routed them and all around we chased them,
All around we routed them, the little pack of tailors
And All around we routed them and all around we chased them,
All around we routed them, the little pack of tailors.