At Toberaribba,
Sooth, what do you think,
‘ T is not holy water
They go for to drink!
At Tobernanavin,
As sure as you‘ re born,
There‘ s dancing and prancing
And juice of the corn!
At Tobernacerta,
They sport on the green;
There‘ s laughing and chaffing,
And lots of poteen!
At Tobernaglashy,
With moss at the brink,
There‘ s much holy water,
But not for to drink!