I found this at https://listserv.heanet.ie/cgi-bin/wa?A2=ind9706&L=irtrad-l&D=1&P=126966, where it is said to be copied from Peter Kennedy's book "Folksongs of Britain and Ireland":

AN SEANDUINE DOIGHTE

1) I put my buttermilk into the coffer
To drink buttermilk and barley-bread scoffer
If he'd stick out his head I'd snap off his nose
Leave the rest of his body for all the young girls

Chorus:
O my old man O pity I fed you
O my old man O pity I wed you
O my old man O pity I bed you
Sleepin' your sleep for ever and ever

2) If my old man he got what he wanted
A few bites of meat and a dollop of butter
The fat of the churn and some roasted potatoes
Wouldn't he sport among all the young ladies?

3) To Ballinrobe street I sent my old fellow
Buckled-up shoes and a hat with a feather
Three were enticing him, kissing him four of them
They told me in Galway he went off with all of them

4) I went to the store to get all of my turf in
Looking for baccy and planks for a coffin
When I got home I felt like a mourner
I got my old man, stuck him down in a corner

5) If you were to see my old man about midnight
His foot on the hob and getting his pipe 'light
Nine of the hen's eggs boiled in the firelight
If he didn't do it then right, he'll never do it now right

6) I sent my old man to the west of the country
Where there were whores one thousand and twenty
His genitals lessened and his jaws became bony
And he came back to me like a newly born pony

7) If I found my old fellow drowned in a bog-hole
Then I'd fetch him home and I'd yell in his lug-hole
I'd lock up the door and I'd pocket the key-o
And all the young fellows would walk out with me-o