American Old Time Song Lyrics: 16 The Man With The Terrible Gaul
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 16
The Man With the Terrible Gaul.
As I stroll home each evening
From a hard day's work,
I'm bothered by a terrible gang,
Everyone of which has a dirk;
They throw all kinds of things at me.
And at me they do bawl:
Get on to his jags, it's Conkling,
The man with the terrible gaul.
I attended a party the other eve
Of a neighboring friend of mine,
I surely thought I would be free
From insult for a time:
But I no sooner reached the corner,
Upon which they had hired the hall,
When a fresh hollered out from the other side:
There's the man with the terrible gaul.
I says: Young fellow, I'll break your neck!
He says: Come over and try it!
Says I: Where did you eet the watch and chain?
I'm sure you never did buy it!
This made the fresh terribly mad,
And back his fist he did haul,
Says he: Here's a stunner for the eye
Of the man with the terrible gaul.
For five long weeks I was laid up,
With an eye like an overgrown peach;
I swore if I could catch the fresh,
A lesson to him I would teach.
But now I am solid with the gang,
For I treated them one and all,
And never again will they holler at me:
The man with the terrible gaul.