LIFE IN IRELAND 195 



THE PRISONERS' WELCOME TO THE 

 SHERIFF'S TUB. 



Welcome, welcome, brother debtor, 



To this poor and pleasant place ; 

 Seldom will you find a better 



For a person in disgrace. 



Here no Bailiff A2ixe molest you. 



Here no dun can shew his face ; 

 Major SiRR can't here arrest you, 



Swan your steps can never trace. 



Here you have the best of living. 



Here you pay for what you call ; 

 Nothing here is got by giving, 



Nothing here is got at all. 



Here you may repose on feathers. 



If you will for feathers pay ; 

 Or like pigs in stormy weather. 



Pig in heaps on straw and hay. 



The key is turn'd on care and sorrow, 



Out of doors is all we hate ; 

 Live to-day — nor let to-morrow 



Ever enter in your pate. 



Let our Creditors all grumble. 



Nothing more they '11 get from us, 

 Down the groats must weekly tumble, 



Heavens what a glorious fuss. 



Crofton here has got the power, 



All your cares to soften down ; 

 Whiskey punch beguiles the hour, 



Tip your entrance half-a-crown. 



