DAN MALONEY IS THE MAN.
Now, here is my man Dun-i-el,
He comes from Donegal,
Just look at his chin whiskers.
Now, don't he bate them all?
And if he meets an old-time friend,
He'll always fill the can;
And when ye seek for blooded stock,
Dan Maloney is the man.
Maloney's my man, now don't he look grand?
He is down here to-night wid his cronies;
At raffle or wake, sure he'll take the cake;
No man in the world is like Maloney.
Sure he is no day laborer,
His debts he'll always pay;
He hires all his men himself
At five dollars a day.
Now when the politicians
They need a helping hand,
They send for Dan, for well they know
Dan Maloney is the man.-Chorus.