When I die let my ashes roll down the green river, let them roll all the way to the rocheseter dam, I'll be half way to heaven, with paradise waiting, just five miles away from wherever I am.

And-

There are beautiful girls hear, oh never you mind, With beautiful shapes nature never designed, lovely complections all roses and cream, but O'loughlin remarked with regards to the same, that if those young lassies you happen to sip, all the colors just might come away on your lip, so I'll wait for the young girl whose waiting for me, where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I know I mess up on the last one, I just can't think today.