The Rovin' Irish Boy - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE ROVIN' IRISH BOY. Words by Wm. Carleton. Music by C. J. Mibbs. 
I'm a rovin' Irish boy, I was christened Auckna-cloy; With a turn o' the wrist my stick I twist, I am my mother's joy; I've travelled many a mile to win a colleen's smile; With a love o' my heart from them I'd part, and many an hour beguile, But now I'm here to tell you all the places I have been, And all the very funny things in my thravels I have seen. 
Chorus. For, I'm a rovin' Irish boy, I was christened Auckna-cloy; With a turn o' the wrist my stick I twist, And I'm my mother's joy. (Dance Garryowen.) 
I've been to "La Belle France," where the girls know how to dance; If I left the bogs, yet I couldn't ait frogs, tho' I've often had a chance; Don't think that I am green, for, in Germany I've been. Where sausages strong, and pretzels long, a yard or more I've seen. Then to Roossia I have rushed, the land of furs and capes, The men all make the women work, and the soldiers look like apes.-Cho. 
To China thin I wint and got my heart's contint Of the briny say, And wretched bad lay, enough to make me squint-Japan then came in view-be my sowl I saw that, too; But yellow Jack nigh broke my back, that's why I look so blue. Then sailin' undher stars and stripes, I reached Colombia's shore. And now I love the place so well, I'll never leave it more. 
Chorus. Except the cry will be: "Come, Paddy, Join with me. And brave once more the Atlantic's roar, and make ould Ireland free."