text:  Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me, Who owns that pipe upon the chair, Where my old wife should be? Dilly-a-drup, dilly-a-drup, you silly old fool, Till you cannot see, That's a lovely tin whistle, That me mother sent to me. Well, this many a day I travel, A hundred miles or more, With tobacco in a tin whistle, Sure I never saw before.