On Egypt's land, contagious to the Nile,
Auld Pharaoh's daughter, she went to bathe in style,
She took her dip and come unto the land,
And for to dry her royal pelt she ran along the strand,
And a bulrush tripped her whereupon she saw,
A lovely smiling babby all in a wad of straw,
She took the babby up and says she in accents mild,
"Oh tar-an-a-gers, girls now, which one of ye's owns the child?"

And then little Moses, he gave a little grin,
For she and the Pharaoh were standing in their skin,
"Begobben," says the Pharaoh, "Twas somebody very rude,
That left a little baby in the river in his nude",
She took him to her old lad sitting on the throne,
"Oh da," says she, "Would you give the boy a home?"
"Begobben," says the Pharaoh, "I've often took in worse,
Go nip down to the market squares and get the child a nurse."

When she went to the market square, now, the only one she'd find,
Now was the little young one that left the child behind,
And she was letting on to be a stranger, moryah,
And never letting on that she was the babby's ma,
And so little Moses, he got his mammy back,
Such a co-in-ci-dence, now, isn't that the crack.