T'was down in Kilkenny the great row was making
And poor little Jimmy Murphy was the last to be taken
CHO: We are far from the last rout
From the East to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy
On the sweet green mossy banks
skinnymalink killymajoe whisky frisky tooraloo
Rank a diddle dido ding dural i doe!
We gathered our pikes, our flintlocks and great branches
And straight to Wexford town we made our advances
We took Vinegar Hill, Enniscorthy and Gorey
T'was the boys of the Cork Militia that deprived us the glory
We marched through the town and we marched through the city
Our hands were tied behind us and the ladies cried "Pity."
Now Jimmy Murphy was hanged - not for sheepstealing
But for courting a pretty girl and her name was Kate Whelan
Riddle me that! Three verses were collected in Wales in the early part of the
century. Two more were written recently by one Luke Cheevers.