I’m in love with a slip of a tip tip typical Tipperary miss:
She’s a regular clip with a rosy lip that you’d dearly love to kiss.
From the tip of her toes to the tip tip top of her nose I love her so.
I’d like to just take her and squeeze her,
I know that it wouldn’t displease her.
But she lives in Tipperary many miles away from here,
if I could just meet her to see her and greet her,
I’m thinkin’ I’d eat her the little dear.
But she’s many miles away from here and so I’ll wait I fear.
Till I take a notion and sail o’er the ocean to Ireland.
Faith it’s me that’s nearly crazy,
From me Tipperary daisy
All the day me hearts “unaisy.”
Sure the thing I find that’s on me mind,
Is the darlin’ girl I left behind,
Far off in dear old Tipperary.
Now I’ll give ye a tip when I board the ship with me grip to trip away:
I’ll be there with a yell when they ring the bell and I’ll shout “hip hip hoo ray.”
Then the whistle will toot and away we’ll shoot with a toot toot down the bay.
I’ll wave a bye bye when we’re sailin’ from over the top of the railin’.
Then across the briny ocean to the tiny Em’rald Isle
I’d give me last penny, if I hadn’t any, begory, or many to see her smile.
As she used to when she sat ferninst me down be side the stile.
But I was a rover bedad, and came over from Ireland.
Fulton, Jas. M.; Helf, J. Fred; and Curley, Leo, "Tipperary: Irish Love Song" (1907). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1692.
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