Come all you fellow travelling men of every rank and station And hear this short oration which as yet remains untold You might have been an Austrian, a German or a Bulgarian But sit ye sios-in-aice-liom, and the truth I will unfold You'll hear of great disunity unveiled to the community So take this opportunity of listening to me You'll hear of foreign nations and of youthful expectations And of a few relations in that beauty spot Glenlea I went to see the world's rage, being only sixteen years of age A steerage passage I engaged on a ship called the Iron Duke I went on board at Dublin's wall, being southward bound for the Transvaal I had a friend from Annascaul, and one from Donnybrook Our noble ship had scarcely steamed when in my mind sad memories gleamed I thought of my dear neighbours and their loving company I though about my brothers and our love for one another And of my grey haired mother there at home in Sweet Glenlea We landed safe but suddenly in that British spot Cape Colony In search of manual labour I travelled near and far I crossed the Orange River, among Hottentots and Kaffirs And I was made Grand Master on the Isle of Zanzibar A Dutchman high who admired me ways took me to see the Himalays And Boys o Boys was I amazed, their awful heights to see We wandered on through Hindustan, along the River Ganges And though it