Paddy Malone in Australia

Och! my name's Pat Malone, and I'm from Tipperary. / Sure, I don't know it now I'm so bothered, Ohone! / And the gals that I danced with, light-hearted and airy, / It's scarcely they'd notice poor Paddy Malone. / 'Tis twelve months or more since our ship she cast anchor / In happy Australia, the Emigrant's home, / And from that day to this there's been nothing but canker, / And grafe and vexation for Paddy Malone. / Oh, Paddy Malone! Oh, Paddy, Ohone! / Bad luck to the agent that coaxed ye to roam.

Wid a man called a squatter I soon got a place, sure, / He'd a beard like a goat, and such whiskers, Ohone! / And he said -- as he peeped through the hair on his faitures -- / That he liked the appearance of Paddy Malone. / Wid him I agreed to go up to his station, / Saying abroad in the bush you'll find yourself at home. / I liked his proposal, and 'out hesitation / Signed my name wid a X that spelt Paddy Malone. / Oh, Paddy Malone, you're no scholard, Ohone! / Sure, I made a cris-crass that spelt Paddy Malone.