Puff me away from the noise and the worry;

Puff me away from the desolate town;

Puff me—but don't be in too great a hurry;

Puff me, but don't in a tunnel break down.

Puff me away to my loved Isle of Thanet

Swiftly—or e'en at the pace called the snail's,

Puff me the sea-breeze, and pleasantly fan it

Into my nostrils—but don't leave the rails.

Puff me away, far from Parliament's houses;

For brown moors of Scotland my soul is athirst—

For a smell of the heather, a pop at the grouses;

Puff me, but mind that your boiler don't burst.

Puff me en route for care-killing Killarney,

Tenderly take me, as bridegroom his bride;

Bear me towards Erin, blest birthplace of Blarney,

Puff, puff, like blazes—but, please, don't "collide!"