American Old Time Song Lyrics: 33 Clancys Trotter

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Copyright, 1891, by Will Rossiter.
Words and Music by Wm. B. Glenroy.

Michael Clancy lives in Harlem, now a place you all know well;
He moved up there from Water Street to be an Irish swell;
He bought a "bung'd up "trotting-horse from Mister Dan Malone,
And now he's dead stuck on himself, the trotter is his own.
He spins along the Boulevard each morning and each night,
And with his wife beside him, sure, he looks a holy sight;
He'll hold a brush with any one, the beast is lame and sore.
You can always tell his coming, for you're bound to hear him roar

Of "Hoop-lah," says Clancy, as along the road he flies.
"Hoop-lah," says Clancy, and the big whip he applies;
He lashes and he thrashes, and every one he passes;
Sure, Irish town is upside down with Clancy.

Patsey Dorgan's got a trotter that is no slouch, you bet;
While driving up the Boulevard both he and Clancy met;
They raced for just about a mile, to see them was a treat;
The horses kept at neck and neck, and neither one could beat.
And neither being satisfied, a match was quickly made;
To trot the best three heats in five, their money down they laid;
They both began a-training, and each morning in the week
You'd see them flying up the road, and surely hear the shriek

Of "Hoop-lah," said Clancy, as along the road he'd dash.
"Hoop-lah," said Clancy, and the old horse he would lash;
He said," you bet, begorrah, I'll make Pat Clancy sorry
He ever made a match with Michael Clancy."

Patsey Dorgan is a milkman, and he has a paying route;
Of course he used his trotting-horse to cart the milk about;
The moment Dorgan hollers" Milk," the horse will surely stop;
So when the day came for the race, to this old Clancy dropped;
Sure, Dorgan won the first two heats, the next two Clancy got;
They started for the final heat, th' excitement it was hot;
Old Dorgan had the lead, you see, when Clancy hollered "Milk,"
Fat's horse stopped still, and Clancy won in his suit of greenish silk.

And "Hoop-lah," yelled Clancy, as he passed the wire first;
"Hoop-lah," says Clancy, "now I'll go und quench my thirst" ;
He treated all the heelers, the peelers and the squealers,
And every one had lots of fun with Clancy.
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