American Old Time Song Lyrics: 18 I Owe 10 To Ogrady

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 18

I OWE $10 TO O'GRADY.
Copyright, 1887, by M. A. Kennedy.

I lost my situation twelve months ago to-day,
The divil a stroke I've done from then till now;
They had me on half wages, I struck for better pay,
They fired me out before I raised a row.
A bran new suit I'd ordered, from a tailor on our block,
I bought it on the new installment plan;
I paid him just five dollars, that left me owing ten,
Pat O'Grady was the little tailor man.

Chorus.
I owe ten dollars to O'Grady,
You'd think he had a mortgage on my life;
He calls to see me early ev'ry morning,
At night he sends his wife.
He tried to have me pawn my girl's piano,
I think O'Grady has a dreadful gall;
Unless he wants to wait, I'll rub it off the slate,
And divil a cent he'll ever get at all.

A week ago last Sunday I walked around the block,
To get a pint of German lager beer;
O'Grady stood there drinking a glass of rye and rock,
I thought at once he acted rather queer,
He said I was a blackguard. I said he was the same,
He struck me, then we rolled upon the floor;
I whipped him in five minutes, O'Grady wasn't game,
As he walked away I couldn't help but roar:-Chorus.