The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs & Lyrics

Volume Two - Complete Text & Lyrics

	IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 407
	Says Larry, " That's all in my eye; And first by the clargy invented, To get a fat bit for themselves." "I'm sorry, dear Larry," says I, " To see you in this situation ; And, blister my limbs if I lie, I'd as lieve it had been my own station.' " Ochone ! it's all over," says he, " For the neckcloth I'll be forced to put And by this time to-morrow you'll see Your poor Larry as dead as a mutton," Because, why, his courage was good. " And I'll be cut up like a pie, And my nob from my body be parted." " You're in the wrong box, then," says I, " For blast me if they're so hard-hearted : A chalk on the back of your neck Is all that Jack Ketch dares to give you; Then mind not such trifles a feck, For why should the likes of them grieve you ? And now, boys, come tip us the deck/' The cards being called for, they played, Till Larry found one of them cheated ; A dart at his napper he made (The boy being easily heated) : " Oh, by the hokey, you thief, I'll scuttle your nob with my daddle ! You cheat me because I'm in grief, But soon I'll demolish your noddle, And leave you your claret to drink."