Copyright, 1890, by John P. Byrnes.
Words by John P. Byrnes. Music by Wm. E. Slafer.
To the show we went the other night, Larry McCue and I;
The bell it rang, the play went on, when Larry he got dry;
He asked me out to have a drink at Garry's on the corner;
Mixed ale we took, I looked around, but Larry was a goner.
Oh, Larry McCue, how I love you! What a time we had together!
With spree and bout, when we were out, like birds of gayest feather-
To stand me up there at the bar without a single nickel;
Oh! Larry, dear, you drank the beer and got me in a pickle.
The man that stood behind the bar, he hit me with a mallet;
I whirled around, my feet went up, like a dancer in the ballet;
They put me in the swift "Patrol," I woke up in a cell;
When in a glass I saw my face, like a savage I did yell:-Chorus.
At another bar I did appear, the court did shout and cry;
I felt, fatigued, could hardly stand, you bet I was quite dry.
"Ten days!" I heard the sentence passed, and now my story's through;
I'll never drink with any man, much less with you McCue.-chorus.