| lyric | Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan:
Will yeh come to the Waxies dargle?
SAys your oul’ wan: Sure I haven’t got a farthing,
I’ve just been down to Monto town to see uncle Mc Ardle,
But he wouldn’t lend me half a crown for to go to the Waxies dargle,
What are you having, will you have a pint,
Yes, I’ll have a pint with you Sir,
And if one of ya doesn’t order soon, we’ll thrown out of the boozer.
Says my aul’ wan to your aul’ wan:
‘Will you come to the Galway Races?’
Says your aul’ wan to my aul’ wan:
'With the price of my aul’ lad’s braces
I went down to Capel Street
To the Jew man moneylenders.
But they wouldn’t give me a couple of bob on
My aul’ lad’s suspenders.’
Says my aul’ wan to your aul’ wan:
‘We have no beef or mutton.
But if we go down to Monto town,
We might get a drink for nuttin’.
Here’s a piece of advice
I from an aul’ fishmonger
When food is scarce and you see the hearse
You’ll know you have died of hunger.’ |