American Old Time Song Lyrics: 15 Go Get A Derrick And Hoist It

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 15

Go Get a Derrick and Hoist It.
Tune- "Tommy, Make Room for Your Uncle."

I'm a decent, respectable Irishman,
McCloskey is my name;
Of course, you can see, from the cut of my jib,
From Erin's isle I came.
But that's not why I have come here,
To tell you stuff like that;
I've something weightier on my mind,
Concerning my old hat.

Chorus.
Go get a derrick and hoist it,
Put it on the shelf;
Go get a derrick and hoist it,
And then go drown yourself.
It almost frightens me out of my life
To hear those imps of sin
Say: Fire a brick at that flannel-mouth Mick,
And stave his old slicer in.

It's a wonder to me the policeman
Don't arrest those noisy scamps,
Who stand on the corner with loud neckties
And circus tight pants.
'Twould fit them better to look for work,
And help their mothers, who
Go out each day to wash and scrub,
While they will nothing do.-Chorus.