Whistlin' Dannie

Faith , such a whistler was Dannie,
A-chirrupin' all the day!
'Twas more like a thrush on the holm-side
A-singin' its life away!

His thatch stood a sieve for the wather,
And his belly went empty av bread;
But he made his potheen out av Music,
And whistled his throubles to bed!

And divil a man did he care for,
And divil a wife would be take,
And divil a rag had he wanst to his name —
But och, what a chune he could make!