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When I was at home I was merry and frisky,
My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky,
My uncle
was rich, but never would by aisey
Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey,
My dear little Shelah, I thought would run crazy,
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey.
I marched
from Kilkenny, and, as I was thinking
On Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking,
But soon I was forced to look fresh
as a daisy,
For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
The devil
go with him, I ne'er could be lazy,
He struck my shirts so, ould Corporal Casey.
We went into battle, I took the
blows fairly
That fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely,
And who should the first be that dropped, why, and
please ye,
It was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
Thinks I
you are quiet, and I shall be aisey,
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey
 
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