(New Version.) 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. For Rev. J. B. Bollard.