Be Aisy An' List To A Chune That's Sung Of Bowld Tim The Dragoon-- Sure, 'Twas he'd Niver Miss To Be Stalin' A Kiss, Or A Brace, By The Light Of The Moon-- Aroon-- Wid A Wink At The Man In The Moon! Rest His Sowl Where The Daisies Grow Thick; For He's Gone From The Land Of The Quick: But He's Still Makin' Love To The Leddies Above, An' Be Jabbers! He'll Tache 'Em The Thrick-- Avick-- Niver Doubt But He'll Tache 'Em The Thrick! 'Tis By Tim The Dear Saints'll Set Sthore, And 'Ull Thrate Him To Whisky Galore: For They 've Only To Sip But The Tip Of His Lip An' Bedad! They'll Be Askin' For More-- Asthore-- By The Powers, They'll Be Shoutin' 'Ancore!'