A German clock-winder to Dublin once came,
Benjamin Fooks was the bould German's name;
And as he was winding his way ‘round the Strand
He played on his flute and the music was grand.
Singing Too-ra-lumma-lumma, too-ra-lumma-lumma, too-ra-lie-ay
Too-ra-lie, too-ra-lie, you-ra-lie-ay,
Too-ra-lumma-lumma, too-ra-lumma-lumma, too-ra-lie-ay
Too-ra-lie, too-ra-lie, you-ra-lie-ay.
O, there was a young lady from Grosvenor Square
Who said that her clock was in need of repair,
In walks the bould German and, to her delight,
In less than five minutes he had her clock right.
Now as they were settled down there on the floor,
There came this very loud knock on the door,
In walked her husband and great was his shock
For to see the bould German wind up his wife's clock.
The husband, says he, "Now look here, Mary Anne,
Don't let that bould German come in here again.
He wound up your clock and left mine on the shelf;
If your oul' clock needs winding, sure, I'll wind it meself!"