I know it as a waltzy song... yet sorrowful with the signature phrase drummed over and over...   I am unsure of the opening phrase, but a little more sure of the first few verses:

" Oh whether we're ruined how sad is our lot
since the landlord turned us out of our cot
and to us in this wide world no happier spot
than the hillside alone in the corner.

It was covered all over in with bright yellow straw
and the walls were as white as the snowflakes so braw
sure 'twould make a fine picture for painters to draw
from the borreen outside in the corner"

Is that it?   If so, I'll dig thru my disordered tapes and get the rest.