MASTER
ROONEY'S
TRAVELS.

Priuted and sold by J. Jennings, No. 15, Water-lane, Fleet-street.

IN Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whisky,
We manag'd to keep care and sorrow aloof,
Our whirligig revels made all the blue devils
Creep out with the smoke thro' a hole in the roof,
But well I remember one foggy November,
My mother cried, Go make your fortune my lad,
Go bother the ninnies clean out of their guineas :
Away then I scamper'd from Ballinafad.

Then to seek for promotion I walk'd the wide ocean
Wasshipwreck'd and murder'd, and sold for a slave,
Over mountains and rivers was pelted to shivers,
And met on this land with a wat'ry grave.
But now Mr. Jew-man has made me a new man,
And whisky and Mammora make my heart glad,
To sweet flowing Liffey, I'm off in a jiffey,
With a whack for Old Ireland and Ballinafad.

From this cursed station, to that blessed nation,
Again Master Roon'ry shall visit your shore,
Where, O flourish so gaily, my sprig of shillelah—
Long life to old Nabob of Great Mogadore.
O then all my cousins will run out by dozens,
And out too will hobble old mammy and dad,
At dinner they'll treat us with mealy potatoes,
And whisky distill'd at sweet Ballinafad.