MCNULTY, YOU'RE A DAISY.
Copyright, 1390, by Will H. Kennedy.
Words and Mute by Harry Kennedy.
McNalty had a one-dollar note, And as lottery he'd heard was fine.
He went to the store and be bought a slip. It was number ninety-nine.
McNulty made a grand mistake, though he never was called a clown;
He thought his slip was sixty-six, for he'd read if upside down.
When he took it from his pocket, in his trunk he safe did lock it;
He towld the number to his friends. McNulty ne'er told lies.
That evening in his slumbers he thought of naught but numbers.
And dreamt that number sixty-six had wonu the great big prize.
McNulty, you're a daisy, drinking or sober;
How could you make sixty-six from number ninety nine?
If you'll won the thirty thousand, you would be in clover,
On the livil, you're a divil, Mister McNulty.
The shock unhinged McNulty's mind, be did everything upside down;
If at night he'd roam, when he'd start for home, he would wander out of town.
He'd place the cart before the horse, and from that very day.
If ever you'd ask him to say yes. he'd surely answer nay.
Be swore that in his slumbers some fairy Changed the numbers;
He advertised his funeral, for he thought that he was dead.
When he'd get up In the morning, just as the day was dawning,
Instead of standing on his feet he'd stand upon his head.-Chorus.