Chip chip my pony boy
And chip chip again sir,
How many miles to Dublin town?
Fore score and ten sir.

Will I be there by candlelight?
Yes, and back again sir.
Chip, chip my pony boy
And chip chip again sir.

My second generation Irish grandmother (who passed away at 94 years old; buried in "Good Luck Cemetery" on St. Patrick's Day, 2008), also sang this song while bouncing grandchildren and great-grandchildren on her knee. I miss her.