Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Whistle-Binkie, or, The piper of the party

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'Twill soon be a wonder to meet with a fool,
Since men are abroad like Professor O'Toole.
Derry down, down, down, derry down.
There are very few men like O'Toole who can teach,
When the head wont respond, he applies to the breech
And whacking them well, till he gives them their full,
Let us knock in the laming, says Doctor O'Toole.
Derry down, &c.
One morning the Doctor went out to his walk,
And found on the door his own likeness in chalk,
That morning he flogg'd every brat in the school,
Its a part of my system, says Doctor O'Toole.
Derry down, &c.
Now get on with your laming as fast as you can,
For knowledge is sweeter than eggs done with ham ;
Fire away with your lessons, mind this is the school,
Or I'll blow ye to pot, says Professor O'Toole.
Derry down, &c.
And now, my dear childer, bear this in your mind.
That words without meaning are nothing but wind ;
Accept of all favours, make that the first rule,
Or your nothing but goslins, says Doctor O'Toole.
Derry down, &c.
When you go to a house and they ax you to eat,
Don't hold down your head, and refuse the good meat ;
But say you will drink too, or else you're a fool,
Myself does the same thing, says Doctor O'Toole.
Derry down, &c.
When father and mother have turned their backs,
Don't kick up a row with the dog and the cat ;
Nor tie the pig's tail to a table or stool,
Ye're a parcel of villains, says Doctor O'Toole.
Derry down, &c.
But give over fighting, and think of your sins,
Or I'll break ev'ry bone in your rascally skins,