THE LADS WHO LIVE IN IRELAND
(SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND p 47)

My name is Ned O'Manney, I was born in sweet Killarney,
I can fight, dance, or sing, I can plow, reap or mow;
And, if I met a prett girl, I never practise blarney,
I've something mor alluring, which perhaps you'd like to know.
I'm none of your Bulgrudderies, nor other shabby families
But can unto my pedigree a pretty title show:
Oh! I'm of the O's and Mac's and likewise the sturdy Whacks,
That live and toil in Ireland where the apple praties grow,
That live and toil in Ireland where the apple praties grow,

I could a deal relate if I could but trace my pedigree:
My mothere was a Hogan, but my father I don't know;
I've ninety-nine relations in a place the call Roscarberry,
And each unto their name has a Mac or an O.
My uncle was a Brallaghan, my aunt she was a Callaghan,
And as to my charactore, why, I can plainly show.
I'm ratin' rovin' blade, and I never was afraid,
For I was born in Ireland where the apple praties grow,
For I was born in Ireland where the apple praties grow,

May Heaven still protect our hospitable country,
Where first I drew my living breath and heard its cocks to crow!
Adieu to its green hills and its lovely bay of Banty,
Where many a pleasant evening my love and I did go-
Where shoals of fish so pleasantly did sport about so merrily,
Beneath its glassy surface their wanton tricks to show-
Oh! Those scenes I did enjoy like a gay, unthinking boy,
With the lads who live in Ireland, where the apple praties grow,
With the lads who live in Ireland, where the apple praties grow,

St Patrick was our saint, and a blessed man in truth was he,
Great gifts unto our country he freely did bestow;
He banished all the frogs and toads that sheltered in our country,
And unto other regions it's they were forced to go.
There is one fact, undoubtedly, that cannot contradicted be,
For, trace the Irish histroy, and it will plainly show;
Search the universe all round, tighter fellows can't be found
Than the lads who live in Ireland, where the apple praties grow.
Than the lads who live in Ireland, where the apple praties grow.