Hi,

This is one of the parodies published in The Universal Songster, Volume 3; 1826:

GILES COLLINS AND LADY ALIS.

GILES Collins he turned to his mother, and said,
O, mother! tie up my pig-tail;
Run to dear Alis, and tell her, poor soul,
That Collin's as dead as a nail.

I will not be buried in are a coffin,
As timber is not very strong;
I will not be buried in are a coffin,
But wapt up in a blanket that's long.

Lady Alis was sitting up three pair of stairs,
A darning a hole in her stocking;
She saw from the window a terrible sight,
A burying—and dear, it was shocking.

What carry you there, you six ill-looking dogs,
What carry you there on your backs?
We are carrying the body of Collin O'Logs,
And his surname was Paddy O'Whacks.

Then lay him down straight, you six ill-looking dogs,
You dogs that look so grim,
While I knock out my brains with the heel of my shoe,
That I may be buried with him.

So she knocked out her brains with the heel of her shoe,
Her skull cracked asunder, like leather;
The six ill-looking dogs bore the body away,
And laid them in one hole together.

Giles Collins grew up, and he turned to a thorn,
Lady Alis she grew to a thistle
Now nil you who don't like my song, and attend,
May go with Giles Collins and whistle.