The Night Before Larry Was Stretched The Wolfe Tones

The night before Larry was stretched
And the boys, they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks, too, they fetched
And they pawned all their duds till they ris' it
For Larry was ever the lad
When the boys were condemned to a squeezer
To pawn all the duds that he had
And to help a poor friend to a sneezer
And to warm his gob before he died

The boys, they came crowding in fast
And they drew all their stools 'round about him
Six glims round his trap-case were placed
He couldn't be well-waked without them
Then one of us asked, "Could he die
Without having duly repented?"
Says Larry, "That's all in me eye
And first by the clergy invented
To get a fat bit for themselves"

"Then I'll be cut up like a pie
And me knob from me body be parted."
"You're in the wrong box, then", says I
"For blast if they're so bad-hearted"
"A chalk on the back of your neck
Is all that Jack Keating dare gives you
I don't mind such trifle's affect
For why should the likes of them grieve you?
And now me boys, come tip us the deck."