I once knew a dodger, whose name was Father Dan,|
But to purgatory he's gone long ago
To atone for the sins he committed all for scran.
He is living with his Uncle Tom below.
Then square up your shovels in a row,
Tumble up the sods with the hoe, boys o;
There is no more rent for ould Father Dan
He's gone where the rest all will go.
2. Now ould Father Dan was the rarest ould sprig
3. But, alas! Like all flesh, ould Father Dan did die
4. Though his head was as big as any timber block.|
He was a fox, only he wanted the tail;
For the love of the boys he kept all their stock
But to purgaory one day he set sail.
5. Dan started for purgatory one cold winter's morn.
6. But the boys pray that Old Nick may claim his own,
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