I Had $15 In My Inside Pocket
Copyright, 1885, by Will H. Kennedy.
Words and Music by Harry Kennedy.
I'm an Irishman, now don't mind that.
For you can't play tag with Paddy Flynn,
In the Fourteenth Ward I claim my how'ld,
But the gang they play'd me for a skin;
They said that they'd make me Alderman,
Then they took me 'round to see Red Bill,
We were drinking rye-and-rock, till four o'clock,
And they made me pony up for all the swill.
I had fifteen dollars in my inside pocket,
Don't you see, to me it is a warning;
Saturday night I made a call oh a friend of Tarn'ny Hall
And the divil a cent I had on Sunday morning.
Oh, the gang they hung around the bar,
Like a swarm of educated mice;
Oh, they made me drink a "clarinette "punch
And a whiskey "Sangaree "on ice;
They stood me on my head, when my wealth gave out,
Then they hung me on a fence to dry,
In the early morning light, for'ninst Judge White,
These words to him I plaintively did cry:-Chorus.