DUFFYS OPENING NIGHT
Copyright, 1876, by E. H. Harding.
Did you ever hear tell of Pat Duffy?
He came from the County Mayo,
Last week, shure, he started a bar-room
Down in the Fourth Ward below.
There was lager, free lunch, and whiskey,
Faith, indeed, 'twas an elegant sight;
But the boys, one and all, they got friskey,
On Duffy's grand opening night.
Ah, but Duffy sold horrible liquor;
It would knock you up high as a kite;
And the bar I'm cure never looked sicker
Than on Duffy's grand opening night.
Poor Duffy sent out invitations,
And invited his neighbors to come;
He told them he'd treat them all dacent,
And give them their fill of good rum.
They came there in droves and by dozens,
And got in a terrible fight;
They broke all the doors and the windows,
On Duffy's grand opening night.-Chorus.
They stole all the stock that he had there,
And drank all his whiskey so sweet;
They took both his clothes and his money,
And threw him out into the street;
They scattered his family, and left him
To roam in a terrible plight.
Poor Duffy now lives on free lunches
Since he gave the grand opening night.-Chorus.