How sweet, how calm, my own dear home to me,
No cloud, no storm, all peace and harmony.
A song of joy, a song of joy,
A song of joy, ha, ha

Beg pardon, sir, I called to say
You have a little tax to pay
Be calm, dear sir, pray do not frown,
Here's state tax, school tax, county, town

Very well, please call again, now do
Perhaps within a week or two.

I will not call again on you,
I've waited now a week or two.

By your appointment, sir, I'm here
To sing with you, although I fear
"Te sol questan i ma" will be
Quite out of tune with what I hear!
Ah, charming miss, be seated please,
I sing my part with greatest ease.

Ah, charming Sir, don't flatter, please,
I sing my part with greatest ease.

Te sol questan anima!

No, no!

Ah, sure an I that ye'd not want your tay
But ah, he's a wonderful jaynious mum

Till the lady and gentleman had gone away
And when he calls "Annie" of course I must come.

Avant, I did not call for you,
Dear miss, shall we our art pursue?

Te sol questan anima.

Here's state tax, school tax, set me see
The whole amount will be, will be...

Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness
O for a home beside the see.

Botheration take your tay,
What did ye call for anyway?
Indeed mum her it is, what are ye sayin' now?
Whist yer blarney thin mum,
Call me "Annie, me."

State tax, school tax, county town,
Trouble saved by paying down.