I had a wee duck when I lived in Drummuck,
And I ne'er had good luck since I parted the land,
For some hungry thief took a longing for beef,
And to steal my wee duck he invented a plan.
At the head of my bed, where my swaddy she fed,
And one morning in May, and it long before day,
When I looked where she lay, alas she was stole!
Chorus
Och, och! and a naddy, my darling big swaddy!
Och, och! and a naddy, anuck and anee!

My duck was true blood as she waddled through mud
She was fat as a crud and her wings she did shake;
She was blue in the neck, ay, and broad in the back
And double related to Flaherty's drake.
Her eggs they were blue, most charming to view,
Some night she laid two! Oh, and relate it with grief,
May the curse of the dumb and orphan that's blind
Be together combined and light down on the thief!
Chorus
Och, och! and a naddy, my darling big swaddy!
Och, och! and a naddy, anuck and anee!

I curse him again (I cannot refrain)
And you'll all say "Amen" when I finish my prayer -
May the bee and the wasp and the ape and the asp
Be his daily companion through the market and the fair!
May the weasel and the rat build their nests in his hat!
May the eel ever bite him, and everything fright him,
The monster that murdered my beautiful duck.
Chorus
Och, och! and a naddy, my darling big swaddy!
Och, och! and a naddy, anuck and anee!