Way over in Ireland John Bolin was born His shoes was worn out, and his britches was torn The end of his nose, was a touching his chin Now aren't i a beauty? said John Bolin John Bolin he had him no boots for to wear Now he took him a goat skin, and he made him a pair Put the wooly side out, and the smooth side in They're cool in the summer. said John Bolin John Bolin had nothin except an old horse Now he said, what i need, is a woman to boss To love and obey me, through the thick, and the thin I think ill go-a courting. said John Bolin He went to a house at the east of provost Now he hooked up his horse, and he hollered, hello! Get out John Bolin, I bid you come in I've come here a courting! said John Bolin Get here John Bolin, you're a most welcome guest You can have which of my daughters that you like the best Well I'll take one for love, and I'll take one for kids And I'll marry 'em both. said John Bolin On the night of the wedding, there was plenty to drink John Bolin drunk three quarts of, cider i think He finished the last one, and wiped off his chin I don't even feel it. said John Bolin Now John Bolin and his wife, and his wife's half Started a walking for cumberland gap The foot log a broke, they all three fell in I'll be the first to the bottom! said John Bolin!