American Old Time Song Lyrics: 24 How I Got Even With O Grady

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How I Got Even With. O' Grady.
Copyright, 1888, by Thos. P. Getz.
Words and Music by Thos. P. Getz.

About twelve months ago, as most of you now know,
The ten I owed O'Grady drove me wild;
He'd never let me rest, and I think he done his best
To separate me from my wife and child.
So at last I went to work, and my debts I did not shirk,
And one fine day I paid O'Grady ten;
He took it with a smile, while I with rage did bile,
And I swore that I'd get even with him then.

So I lent five dollars to O'Grady,
I made him think I owned him, life and soul;
I'd stop him on the way to church on Sunday,
And touch him for a part, if not the whole.
I joined a bad bill association,
Who sent a man to see him every day;
It makes me laugh and blink, and it tickles me to think
I got even with O'Grady in this way.

My daughters and my sons, and neighbors all with duns,
Would touch him as he'd walk along the street;
I took his wife and children and everything he had,
And tried to file a claim against his feet.
O'Grady begged and pleaded, his pray'rs were all unheeded,
I'll track him every day that I'm alive;
I'll make him sob and cry, and when he comes to die
He'll curse the day that he struck me for the five.-Cho.

A week ago to-day, at a picnic across the bay,
I put a Tot of girls upon his track;
They made him buy ice-cream that was made of butterine,
And spend all the money he had in his sack.
When the time came to go home, O'Grady sobb'd and moan'd,
He didn't have a cent to pay his fare;
His wife and I did cry, we'll see you bye-and-bye,
And I hollered as we left him standing there:

I lent you five dollars, Pat O'Grady,
I made you think I owned your life and soul;
I'll follow you to church on Sunday morning
And touch you for a part, if not the whole.
Your wife is so badly stuck upon me,
She follows me around from day to day;
Sure now I've got your wife and some day I'll have your life,
I'll be even with you, Patrick, in that way.
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