| lyric | It's all for the love of a fair young maid,
that in Cabra West did reside,
Myself I lived up in Donnybrook,
It’s a ond and a fivepenny ride.
But there was a fly in the ointment now,
That you very seldom see,
For although I loved her terrible well
She was in ove with a Portugee.
Now he was a nasty piece of goods,
Gonzales was his name,
And he couldn't wait for to get his hands,
On Concepta, who was my dame.
So Imade a‘ vow by the Grand Canal,
That Iwould do him,
For I did not like them Port-u- gees,
And in particular Ididn't like him.
So I followed them up to Grafton Street,
One evening just for fun,
Around by the 'Mercers‘ hospital,
That's next door to the Bartley Dunne's.
Iespied them sitting in the comer seat,
They Were kissing and holding hands,
And-there he was seducing her,
With pints of ’Baby Cham'.
Then I followed him up to his lodgings,
In Rathgar or thereabouts,
And as he walked up the alleyway,
Sure I battered him inside out.
He gave out many an oath and swear,
Till he was dead I'm sure,
Then I lifted up the manhole lid,
And I dropped him down the sewer.
Now when the 'Mott' she heard of this,
She made my life a hell,
And all for the sake of peace and quiet,
Sure Idid her in as well.
And now I'm up before the Judge,
To answer for my crime.
He says :‘I didn't mind the first one, son,
But not the second time.
So it's all for the love of that fair young maid,
And her Portugese sailor boy,
For the passionate love of that fair young maid,
I’ve landed in Mountjoy.
And if ever Iget out again,
My life I'll change you'll see,
And I'll marry with a 'Mott‘ from Walkinstown,
Who wouldn't look at a Port-u-gee. |