Just thin the wathers risin' high, the people all began to cry,
An' scrambled to the places dhry, as fast as they could whail;
Whin all at once they seen a show, for from the distance down below,
Came Captain Pat O'Toole hooroo! an' all his fleet of sail!
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He scattered life belts in the flood, an' empty casks, an'
chunks of wood,
An' everything he possibly could, with nets, an' ropes, an' thongs
He dhragged thim in by hook, or crook, a tinker, king, a
thramp or duke,
By fishin' line, or anchor fluke, an' several pairs of tongs,
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The elephant loaned out his thrunk,
To male or faymale, in their funk
Of wather,--without whiskey,--dhrunk;
An' risin' thro' the wreck
Of the cowld deluge, teemin' round,
Giraffe, an' ostrich, scoured the ground,
An' every dhrownin' sowl they found,
They saved them by a neck!
For Pat was known, to bird, an' baste,
Of kindly heart, an' so a taste,
Of pleasin' gratitude they placed,
For help of Captain Pat,
While fore, an aft, an' every tack,
The captain scrambled like a black,--
With freight of men, his punts to pack--
In specks, an' bright top hat.
On larboard, or on starboard side, whatever dhrownin'
Crowds he spied, he dhragged them in wid wholesale pride,
As quick as jumpin' cat!
The blind an' lame, the short, an' tall, the wild, an' tame,
The great, an' small, wid tubs he came, an' saved them all,
The skinny, round, an' fat.
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He didn't care,
At front or rare,
Or head or tail,
No matther where,
He didn't fail,
By skin, or hair,
Whin once he cotch a grip,
He hawled thim in with frightened howls, upon the decks, as
thick as rowls;
Till all the world of livin' sowls, wor safe in every ship!!
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He saved the King of Snookaroo, he had no trowsers on, its thrue,
But what is that to me or you? he saved him all the same,
There was no bigotry in Pat, an' in the bussel of the king,
He stuck a boat hook, with a spring, an' saved him all the same!
The Rooshan Bear he did not shirk, he cotch him on a three-pronged
fork,
And wrastlin' with a furious Turk, he dumped thim on the deck,
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The Chinese Emperor; he squat around a lamp, siz he to Pat,
"O Captain take me out of that,"
Pat scruffed him be the neck,
"O do not save the Jap he said,
He has no pigtail on his head,
The bad pernicious chap!"--But Pat hauled in the Jap.
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