MY IRISH JAUNTING CAR
(source: Sam Henry's Songs of the People)

I'm Larry M'Hugh, a boy so true,
I belong to the Emerald Isle,
Fair attention I crave,
I'll chant you a stave –
Perhaps it will cause you to smile;
I'm jolly and gay, the truth I'll say,
And the girls both near and far
Think it a trate to take a sate
And be drove on my jaunting car.

Sarch oul' Ireland through and through,
Sarch it near and far,
The divil a wan can aquail me
At drivin' a jaunting car.

In Dublin town of great renown
You'll find me on the stand,
On my car so nate just take a sate
And we'll drive through the streets so grand,
The sights so fine all others outshine
No matter near or far,
The reins I'll grip, I'll crack my whip
And off flies my jaunting car.

If you wish for sport, sure, I'm the sort
Can find you lots of fun,
I can sit in my yoke and crack a joke
With any boy under the sun,
And I know well enough where they sell the good stuff,
And the girl behind the bar
Can tell by my wink what sort of a drink
Will grease the wheels of the car.