TIPPERARY

I'm not going to Tipperary for I've better work to do,

I am dreaming of a new device to catch each German crew;

And when we've chased them thro’ the deep, Ach Gott! what fun there'll be

Rounding up the Teuton “subs” in the blue and vasty sea.

So, good-bye, Tipperary! Farewell, Slieve-na-mon!

I leave you for a season to chase the murderous Hun;

Von Tirpitz knows their hiding-place and I'll find out, too,

So, good-bye, Tipperary, till we've caught each pirate crew.

Then I'll go to Tipperary with its hills of emerald green,

Where the skies are full of splendor and each peasant girl a queen;

Where the men know naught but honor and where duty is their goal;

Where the shadows from the mountains are but sunlight to the soul.

So, good-bye, Tipperary, till we've rounded up each crew,

Then I'll turn my face to greet you for to you I'll e'er be true;

So I'm off to chase the pirates and the ocean aisles to sweep,

Ach Himmel, Tipperary! there'll be fun upon the deep.