Is it pedigree you're seeking ? 



'Tis the solemn truth I'm speaking, 



'Twas his great aunt carried Cromwell when he fought at 

 Waterloo ; 



An' bedad an' I'll declare it, 



His ould ancestor, I'll swear it, 



AVas the same that Noah purchased for the Ark at Timbuctoo. 



Ah ! now, Captain, when you're courtin', 



It's yourself will look so sportin', 



All the girls will blush with pleasure when you're sated on his 

 back. 



And begorra, yes, I'm thinking, 



Their ould mothers will be winking 

 When they see you pass the window with so illegant a hack. 



Run him out, yes, he can travel, 



See him glide across the gravel ; 

 There are hocks and loins and quarters fit to win in ony show. 



Stand him there upon the clover, 



Woa ! yer County Dublin rover, 

 Mark his head so nate an' clever an' his eye so full of go. 



Forty pounds ! No, Captain, never ; 



No, I'm not considered clever ; 



But I have my feelings. Captain, an' ye must not make them 

 sore; 



Sure he cost me nearly double, 



It's myself has had the trouble, 

 No, good morning to ye, Captain, av ye will not give me more. 



