Another version, from the Bodleian Ballad Collection, Firth c.19(69), "between 1863 and 1885":


PAT OF MULLINGAR.

1. Now ladies and gentlemen, pray how do you do?
If you want an Irish jaunting car, och! mine's the one for you .
You may go along the road, or walking very far,
But take a little sit and trip with Pat of Mullingar.

CHORUS: She can trot along, she can gallop along, and drive a jaunting car.
No day's too long if drove along by Pat of Mullingar.

2. Mother Cummins tried to pass me on the road, but never mind.
I whipp'd up my nag and left her far behind.
For one ear she cocked up to the sky and the other to her shin.
I'll drive you bang to blazes, while I sit still and grin.

3. When the Queen she came to Ireland her health to get round,
She asked Pat of Mullingar would he drive her up and down.
Says I, ma'am, yes, yer honour, quickly that I'll do,
For she lost one eye at Limerick and the other at Waterloo.

4. Sometimes I'm hired by drunken men, teetotalers and my friends.
A carman has so much to do his duty never ends.
From morn to night I have to drive, arrah! both near and far,
At night I go a-courting on my Irish jaunting car.

5. Sometimes I read the newspapers and yet I'm thought a dunce.
I hear that Garibaldi has agreed to visit us,
And if he comes to old Ireland with his gallant sons of Mars,
I'll treat him well with whiskey, will Pat of Mullingar.

6. If you want to find your friends, I'll take you there at once,
I'll drive you out of your mind, and a little way beyond.
Like an arrow through the air, if you step upon my car,
I'll drive you down to Limerick town, will Pat of Mullingar.

7. Now when the war is over, I hope that soon it will,
For my stunning jaunting car was never known to spill;
But may every true-hearted Briton have whiskey in his jar
To drink success to Pat Tregannon, and his Irish jaunting car.