The original was written in dialect:

From Songs and Fables by William J. Macquorn Rankine (Glasgow: James Maclehose, 1874), page 61:

ODE IN PRAISE OF THE CITY OF MULLINGAR.
Air—The Deserter—"If sadly thinking."

1. Ye may sthrain your muscles
To brag of Brussels,
Of London, Paris, or Timbuctoo,
Constantinople,
Or Sebastople,
Vienna, Naples, or Tongataboo,
Of Copenhagen,
Madrid, Kilbeggan,
Or the Capital iv the Rooshian Czar;
But they're all infarior
To the vast, suparior,
And gorgeous city of Mullingar.

2. That fair metropolis,
So great and populous,
Adorns the ragions iv sweet Westmeath,
That fertile county
Which nature's bounty
Has richly gifted with bog and heath.
Thim scenes so charming,
Where snipes a-swarming
Attract the sportsman that comes from far;
And whoever wishes
May catch fine fishes
In deep Lough Owel near Mullingar.

3. I could stray for ever
By Brusna's river,
And watch its waters in their sparkling fall,
And the gandhers swimmin'
And lightly skimmin'
O'er the crystial bosom of the Roy'l Canal;
Or on Thursdays wander,
'Mid pigs so tender,
And geese and turkeys on many a car,
Exchangin' pleasantry
With the fine bowld pisantry
That throng the market at Mullingar.

4. Ye nine, inspire me,
And with rapture fire me
To sing the buildings, both ould and new,
The majestic court-house,
And the spacious workhouse,
And the church and steeple which adorn the view.
Then there's barracks airy
For the military,
Where the brave repose from the toils iv war;
Five schools, a nunnery,
And a thrivin' tannery,
In the gorgeous city of Mullingar.

5. The railway station
With admiration
I next must mintion in terms of praise,
Where trains a-rowlin'
And ingynes howlin'
Strike each behowlder with wild amaze.
And then there's Main Street,
That broad and clane street,
With its rows of gas-lamps that shine afar;
I could spake a lecture
On the architecture
Of the gorgeous city of Mullingar.

6. The men of genius
Contemporaneous
Approach spontaneous this favoured spot,
Where good society
And great variety
Of entertainment is still their lot.
The neighbouring quality
For hospitality
And conviviality unequalled are;
And from December
Until November
There's still divarsion in Mullingar.

7. Now, in conclusion,
I make allusion
To the beauteous females that here abound;
Celestial cratures,
With lovely fatures,
And taper ankles that skim the ground.
But this suspinds me,
For the thame transcinds me—
My muse's powers are too wake by far;
It would take Catullus,
And likewise Tibullus,
To sing the beauties of Mullingar.