come-all-ye

He was a grand fiddler, a grand singer, and had made more "Come-all-ye's" than you could count on your fingers and toes.

Mary was sewing beside the stove, and Pat was mumbling over the first verse of a new "come-all-ye."

There was a man in our mess—a Wicklow man be th' name iv Dwyer—that had th' best come-all-ye I iver heerd.

Great Scott, Jack, where did you pick up that old come-all-ye?

I was lookin' for him to bust out in grand-opry, or something else that's a heap more stylish than his old come-all-ye.