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To The Air, Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms
I've a neat little cabin that's built out of mud,
Not far from the county Kildare;
I've an acre of land and I grow my own spuds,
With enough and a little to spare.
Don't you think I came over here seeking your jobs,
It's just for a visit to pay;
So be easy and free while you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
Come fill up your glasses and drink what you please,
Whatever's the damage I'll pay;
Be easy and free while you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
When I landed in Liverpool the other day,
What a sight met my eyes to be sure;
There was Mike there was, and Kate, Mary Ann,
Mac McGuffer and two or three more.
They all started laughing when they saw me walk,
I had but few words for to say;
Says l, ye young teens, do ye think I'm a ghost?
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
Come fill up your glasses and drink what you please,
Whatever's the damage I'll pay;
Be easy and free while you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
There's a neat little colleen that lives around here,
And it's her I came over to see;
We're going to be married next Saturday night,
And she's coming to old Ireland with me.
And if you come over twelve months from today,
I'll have a smart lad and he'll say to his Dad:
I'm a man you don't meet any day!"
Come fill up your glasses and drink what you please,
Whatever's the damage I'll pay;
Be easy and free while you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
Collected in 1951 from Cyril O'Brien of Trepassey, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
