This doesn't make a lot of sense. The air is Paddy's Trip From Dublin and the spelling's not mine. Got it from an old book called "Howe's Songs of Ireland" which was published in the U.S. in 1864.
PADDY'S DREAM
In London one night, about three in the morning In my bed, wide awake, fast asleep, in a doze In a loud fit of yawning, I fell to laughing For love and good living disturbed my repose Thinks I to myself, I'll just sleep a bit longer Alone to enjoy this beautiful scene With eyes wide open, I slept until morning When I found it all nothing but only a dream!
Spoken Och, such a vision! There was I up to me eyes in illigant pastery, up to me eyes in liquor, over my ears in love, whispering soft nonsense to Molly Astore, and singing -
Fal lah lue, fal lah lue, whack fal de riddle Sing ful lah lue, ful lah lue whack ful de ray With my sprig of shillelagh, I'll sing to your fiddle To a small drop of whiskey I'll never say nay
I dreamed while at home a courting sweet Molly I was eating minced pies in a pastery cook's shop And with love and good liquor was getting so jolly Had you seen me I'm sure you'd have longed for a drop Such dishes I'd swear ne'er grew in Kilkenny Or before touched the lips of poor Paudeen M'Phane Arrah troth, could I dream the same, night, noon and morning I'd never go back to Kilkenny again
Spoken Och, such a dream! It's only delusion, says Molly. It was illigant eating and drinking, says I. Only let me dream such delusions always, waking and sleeping, and I'll sing -
Fu ru lu philaloo, whack fal de riddle Sing wrishtrew, hubaboo, whack fal de ray With my bit of shillelagh, I'll dance to the fiddle To a drop of good whiskey I'll never say nay
Next night in my bed I went soon in the morning In hopes such another sweet dream to obtain When, zounds! you'll believe me, I dream'd that old Whackem Was bringing me back to Kilkenny again So I laid me stock still, both trembling and shaking My hair stiff as pitchforks stuck out of me head 'Till the daylight appearing, I bade him good morning And swore he'd ne'er catch me afore he was dead
Spoken The first wink of day brought back my courage, so I bawls giving a flourish of the alpoen, only make yourself invisible to my eyes now ansd see how soon I'll measure you for a new wig. Ah faith! I'll lend you a -
Philaloo wrishtrew, whack fold de raddle Hubaboo, claraboo, now fire away With my sprig of shillelagh, I'll crack your old noddle To be wak'd from such dreaming, the devil I say