Note that lyrics are from the thread crosslinked above.

SMUGGLING THE TIN

1
Young Cooney (?) and Colley (?) and ould Martin Quinn, (1)
Well they made up together to smuggle the tin,

Refrain :
With me right toorin-arinan, right toorin-arinan,
Right toorin-anay.

2
Well they walked all the day boys till the heels they grew raw,
Well they hadn't the comfort of lying in the straw.

3
"I'll yoke her", says Colley (?) "I'm wise to her tricks." (2)
But the more that he yoked her, the more the mare kicked.

4
"The hills they are high boys, th'oul' mare she is thin,
And my heart lies a-trembling for fear she'll give in."

5
"I once had a pie-ball all covered in dots,
And it's many's the fiver she's won in the trots."

6
Up came th'oul' sergeant with a laugh and a grin,
"I'll have ye inside boys for the smuggling of tin."

7
Up came th'oul' sergeant with a laugh and a smile,
"I'll have ye inside boys for smuggling a while."

8
Young Cooney (?) stood up boys to make the excuse, (1)
"If you l(e)ave us all go sir, it's home we will scoot."
9
We crossed back the border, we blessed our ould face. (3)
"To hell with the black North, we're in the Free-State."
Notes :
1. Cooney (surname) and Colley ?
2. The word "wide" in Dublin slang means "aware" , "wise".
3. faith (?)

Liam Weldon recording: https://youtu.be/py5Bs1nA7V8