William Makepeace Thackeray

Larry O’toole

 You’ve all heard of Larry O’Toole,
 Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole;
   He had but one eye,
   To ogle ye by—
 Oh, murther, but that was a jew’l!
   A fool
 He made of de girls, dis O’Toole.
 
 ’Twas he was the boy didn’t fail,
 That tuck down pataties and mail;
   He never would shrink
   From any sthrong dthrink,
 Was it whisky or Drogheda ale;
   I’m bail
 This Larry would swallow a pail.
 
 Oh, many a night at the bowl,
 With Larry I’ve sot cheek by jowl;
   He’s gone to his rest,
   Where’s there’s dthrink of the best,
 And so let us give his old sowl
   A howl,
 For ’twas he made the noggin to rowl.
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