To the tune of Waxie's Dargle / Brighton Camp

From the singing of my Mother, Josie Troy. 1950ish

Oh, the car broke down
In Booterstown
The ould fella lost his trousers
The horse got shy
And piddled in his eye
And the poor ould man was drownded

missing words etc.

Then she said scram,
So we hopped on a tram
And we sailed for Inchicore sir.

If the lyrics are here already, could you point them to me ?

Thanks, Jim Troy.