This is the version in Sam Henry's Song of the People (pp. 80-81):

Pat Reilly

Other titles: "John(nie)(y) Collishaw (Coughlin) (Golicher) (Gallac(g)her)."

Source not given.

s: An old song from the heart, "spelt by the unlettered muse," preserved here for old time's sake. In verse four the air is repeated for lines five and six.

It being on a Monday morning, it being our pay day,
I met Sergeant Jenkins at our going away;
Says he to Pat Reilly, 'You're a handsome young man,
We'll go down to John Kelly's, where we'll get a dram.'

And while we sat boozing and drinking our dram,
He says to Pat Reilly, 'You're a handsome young man,
I'd have you take the bounty, come along with me
To the sweet County Longford, strange faces you'll see.'

Oh, it's I took the bounty, the reckoning was paid,
The ribbons were brought, I got up the cockade;
It's early the next morning we all had to stand
Before our grand general with our hats in our hands.

He says to Pat Reilly, 'You're a little too low,
With some other regiment I'm afraid you must go.'
I may go where I will, I have no one to mourn,
For my mother she's dead and will never return;
My father's twice married, brought a stepmother home,
And she fairly denies me and does me disown.

It's not in the morning that I sing this song,
But it's in the cold evening when I walk my lone,
With my gun o'er my shoulder I bitterly weep
When I think of my beloved one that's now fast asleep.

My blessing on my mother, reared me neat and clean;
Bad luck to my father, made me serve the queen.
If he had been honest and learned me my trade,
I never would have listed or worn the cockade.