I am the little Irish boy

I am the little Irish boy

That lives in the shanty

I am four years old today

And shall soon be one and twenty

I shall grow up

And be a great man

And shovel all day

As hard as I can.

Down in the deep cut

Where the men lived

Who made the Railroad.

For supper

I have some potato

And sometimes some bread

And then if it's cold

I go right to bed.

I lie on some straw

Under my father's coat

My mother does not cry

And my father does not scold

For I am a little Irish Boy

And I'm four years old.