COOGANS POKER PARTY.
Copyright, 1893, by The Gro Publishing Co.
Words and Music by Victor Gay.
A poker party the Coogans had,
But none of them knew how to play;
So some got broke, while others got mad,
And some got awfully gay;
For down the throat of each thirsty man
The Coogans' ale was going;
While rushing the growler and pushing the can,
A dozen line jags, were growing,
A dozen fine jags were growing.
"Boys, be wid me," said Coogan:
"Now fill up your mugs and drink hearty."
We had stories and sights, and illegant fights.
At Coogan's poker party.
The first deal Riley said he'd "stand Pat";
"You're talking of me," said Pat Flynn;
"If you guy me name I'll lay you out flat,
Sure, don't insult me agin."
Said Riley, "I'll 'stand Pat,' I will for spite,
A poker game we're playing."
Then Coogaa spoke up in a manner polite,
'Wid talk you're my game delaying,
My poker game delaying." -Refrain.
Two pairs of "Ones "Tim Rooney had.
Four "Twos" he saw in Mike's hand;
"I'm not in this, I'm frighten'd, bedad?
To stay I haven't the sand;
For four fine "Twos" are twice as much
As four small "Ones," I'm thinking;
So I will stay out and this hand I'll not touch,
But Coogan's mixed ale be drinking,
Yes, Coogan's mixed ale be drinking." -Refrain.
The drinks that Coogan gave us that night
Were "Jersey-Lightning" brand;
The mixed drinks got us Micks mixed in a fight.
Then Coogan's wife took a hand;
With kitchen poker she fired us all,
Sure none had nerve to be staying:
We heard a weak voice as we skipped through the hall,
It sounded like Coogan saying,
Yes, sure it was Coogan saying:-Refrain.