The Night the Gards Raided Owenys The Mary Wallopers

One evening o' late down to Crow Street I strayed
To a bar that's famous for doin' the late trade
In vodka and whiskey, and red lemonade
Among company that's kindly and jovial
The man from Kinawley put me at me ease
And he sat me down easy beside a big blaze
He poured me a pint, and a half one that blazed
And another wee drop came from Oweny

For an hour and a half, I drank liquor so rare
"You'd swear it was brewed by the gods" I declare
Out of nectar and honey and lotuses fair
And it frеshly came over the bordеr
At half past eleven, I sadly prepared
To return to my lodgings, back where I was reared
I packed up my bags, I was filled with dull care
And then Oweny put in a big order

So the tipplers relaxed, and returned to their drinks
Rejoicing that now they need not feel the pinch
Peter Short finished off the last eighth of an inch;
He was suckin' since twenty past seven
And the music began, in an old fashioned style
You would travel to hear it, for manys a mile
We were laughin' and dancin' away all the while
I thought I was dead and in heaven