(Leo Curley / Jas. M. Fulton, J. Fred Helf, 1907)
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 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.
Now I'll give ye a tip when I board the ship with me grip to trip away:
I'll be there a yell when they ring the bell and I'll shout "hip-hip-hooray."
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 a cross the briny ocean to the tiny Em'rald Isle
I'd give me last penny, if I hadn't any, be-gory, or many to see her smile.
As she used to when she sat ferninst me down beside the stile.
But I was a rover be-dad and came over from Ireland.
Faith it's me that's nearly crazy,
From me Tipperary daisy
All the day me hearts "undaisy."
Sure the thing I find that's on me mind,
Is the darlin' girl I left behind,
Far off in dear old Tipperary.