MR. MULCAHEY, ESQUIRE.
Copyright, 1885, by W. F. Shaw.
Words and Music by C. Frank Horn.
From Antrim I came, Mulcahey's my name,
With Dennis in front, do you see?
I'm a man of fine style, you'd travel a mile
And not find another like me;
To greatness I always aspire.
And I think I will reach my desire;
On account of my tone, I always am known
As Mister Mulcahey, Esquire.
Gay and free, there's none like me; in society no one stands higher,
And the people cry as I pass by, there goes Mister Mulcahey, Esquire.
With a good intent, on politics bent,
I called at the White House one day,
But the man at the door told me, with a roar,
That the "Micks" must keep out of the way;
But him down the steps I did fire,
Where I hope he got over his ire;
When Cleveland I spied, "Arrah, Grover," I cried,
I am Mister Mulcahey, Esquire.-Chorus.
Tho' good at a speech, I did overreach
Myself one fine evening just past.
When, in accents quite loud, I said to the crowd,
"My friends we are living too fast,"
But the people cried out, you're a liar,
As they trampled me into the mire;
Then some one, alack! put this card on my back,
This is Mister Mulcahey, Esquire.-Chorus.