(This song was sung by my grandfather, and I have never heard it elsewhere. The air of the chorus was almost the same as that of "the Mountain Men" by William Rooney. A feature of the song is that it is interspersed in four places by passages which were spoken instead of being sung)To a town that's not far from the shore
The gauger one fine Summer came,
But prudence betwixt you and me
Forbids me to mention his name -
"twas Pat he then did espy,
A cask on his napper he bore,
Six gallons of good liquour in it.
Oh, show me the head could bear moreChorus:
Rum-th dum-dooril-ilooril, Rum-the-dum-dooril-ilari,
Rum-the-dum-dooril-ilooril, Paddy got up the Gauger.(Spoken)
Now, as Paddy was walking along the shore, who should be spy but the gauger, and the gauger spied Paddy too. "What'll I do now?" says Paddy, but he kept up his courage, and went on singing his -ChorusSays the gauger: "Let's see your permit."
Says Pat: "'Tain't convanient to show it."
Says the gauger: "I'm not to be bit,
You smuggled the stuff, and I know it.
To the Custom House you will be brought,
Jugged for it, for there your road lies,
So now, my bold Irish wag
I'll seize on your keg as my prize."Chorus: