Tipperary

(New version.)         I'm not going to Tipperary for I've better work to do,         I am dreaming of a new device to catch each German crew;         And when we've chased them thro' the deep, Ach Gott! what fun there'll be         Rounding up the Teuton "subs" in the blue and vasty sea.             So, good-bye, Tipperary! Farewell, Slieve-na-mon!             I leave you for a season to chase the murderous Hun;             Von Tirpitz knows their hiding-place and I'll find out, too,             So, good-bye, Tipperary, till we've caught each pirate crew.         Then I'll go to Tipperary with its hills of emerald green,         Where the skies are full of splendor and each peasant girl a queen;         Where the men know naught but honor and where duty is their goal;         Where the shadows from the mountains are but sunlight to the soul.             So, good-bye, Tipperary, till we've rounded up each crew,             Then I'll turn my face to greet you for to you I'll e'er be true;             So I'm off to chase the pirates and the ocean aisles to sweep,             Ach Himmel, Tipperary! there'll be fun upon the deep.         For Rev. J. B. Bollard.