I found myself singing these song fragments, which my mother used to sing. One is mocking Irish poverty, though it can't have been seen as offensive - our family is largely Irish in origin. The second appears to refer to the Battle of the Boyne from the Protestant side. The tune of both is Brighton Camp. Anyone know any more lines, or their origin?

(1)

My father died a month ago
And left me all his riches:
A piece of chuck, and a savvery duck(*)
And a pair of calico breeches,
A coffee pot without a lid,
A jug without a handle,
A tea pot without a spout
And half a farthing candle.

(2)

My Uncle Mick, he had a big stick
And he took it to the slaughter
And he killed then thousand Irishmen
At the battle of the boilin' water.

(*) a sort of cheap sausage I think.