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The GOLDEN TREASURY of IRISH SONGS and LYRICS |
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CHARLES JAMES LEVER (i 806-1872)
LARRY M'HALE
OH, Larry M'Hale he had little to fear, And never could want when the crops didn't fail; He'd a house and demesne and eight hundred a year,
And a heart for to spend it, had Larry M'Hale! The soul of a party, the life of a feast,
And an illigant song he could sing, I'll be bail; He would ride with the rector, and drink with the priest, Oh ! the broth of a boy was old Larry M'Hale.
It's little he cared for the Judge or Recorder;
His house was as big and as strong as a jail; With a cruel four-pounder he kept in great order
He'd murder the country, would Larry M'Hale. He'd a blunderbuss too; of horse-pistols a pair !
But his favorite weapon was always a flail; I wish you could see how he'd empty a fair,
For he handled it nately, did Larry M'Hale. |
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