In that dear old school so far away.
Down by the Trippling Rill
For 'twas there in happy days gone by.
You taught first to spell
Longere I thought I would have roam
From sweet St. James' Well.
So now to conclude and finish
With those plain and simple lines
Just written by an Irish boy
Away three thousand miles
Adieu, fond master, kind and true,
Al comrades, far thee well.
Ay kind regards I send to all
Around St. James' Well