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4o6 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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The only good news that I have to infuse
Is that old Peter Hughes and blind Peter McCrake, And big-nosed Bob Manson, and buck-toothed Ned Hanson,
Each man had a grandson of my lovely drake. My treasure had dozens of nephews and cousins,
And one I must get or my heart it will break; To keep my mind easy, or else I'll run crazy —
This ends the whole song of my beautiful drake. |
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THE NIGHT BEFORE LARRY WAS STRETCHED1
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HE night before Larry was stretched, The boys they all paid him a visit; A bait in their sacks, too, they fetched ; They sweated their duds till they riz it: For Larry was ever the lad,
When a boy was condemned to the squeezer, Would fence all the duds that he had To help a poor friend to a sneezer, And warm his gob 'fore he died.
The boys they came crowding in fast,
They drew all their stools round about him,
Six glims round his trap-case were placed, He couldn't be well waked without 'em.
When one of us asked could he die Without having duly repented,
1 The authorship of this extraordinary piece of poetic ribaldry has been much discussed, but has never been discovered. It is written in Dublin slang of the end of the eighteenth century. |
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