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Oh, the night before Larry was stretched | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|The Night Before Larry Was Stretched}}</noinclude> | ||
Oh, the night before Larry was stretched<br> | |||
Well the boys they all paid him a visit | Well the boys they all paid him a visit<br> | ||
A bit in their sacks too they fetched<br> | |||
A bit in their sacks too they fetched | For they sweated their duds till they ris' it<br> | ||
For Larry was always the lad<br> | |||
For they sweated their duds till they ris' it | When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer<br> | ||
Would fence all the duds that he had<br> | |||
For Larry was always the lad | For to help his poor friend to a sneezer<br> | ||
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died<br> | |||
When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer | <br> | ||
Well the boys they came crowding in fast<br> | |||
Would fence all the duds that he had | And they threw all their stools 'round about him<br> | ||
Six glims round his trap-case was placed<br> | |||
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer | For he couldn't be well-waked without them<br> | ||
When one of them asked, "Could he die<br> | |||
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died | Without having duly repented?"<br> | ||
Said Larry, "That's all in me eye<br> | |||
And first by the clergy invented<br> | |||
For to get a fat bit for themselves"<br> | |||
Well the boys they came crowding in fast | <br> | ||
"Oh and I'll be cut up like a pie:<br> | |||
And they threw all their stools 'round about him | And me nob from me body be parted<br> | ||
You're in the wrong box, then, says I,<br> | |||
Six glims round his trap-case was placed | For blast me if they're so hard-hearted<br> | ||
A chalk on the back of your neck<br> | |||
For he couldn't be well-waked without them | Is all that Jack Catch dares to give you<br> | ||
Then mind not such trifle's affect<br> | |||
When one of them asked, "Could he die | Oh why should the likes of them grieve you?<br> | ||
And now boys, come tip us the deck."<br> | |||
Without having duly repented?" | <br> | ||
Well the cards being called for they played<br> | |||
Said Larry, "That's all in me eye | Until Larry found one of them cheated<br> | ||
A point in his napper was made<br> | |||
And first by the clergy invented | For the boy he'd been easily heated<br> | ||
"Oh, hold me the hokey, you thief<br> | |||
For to get a fat bit for themselves" | I'll scuttle your knob with me dodle!<br> | ||
You cheat me because I'm in grief<br> | |||
Ah, but soon I'll demolish your noddle<br> | |||
And leave you your claret to drink"<br> | |||
"Oh and I'll be cut up like a pie: | <br> | ||
Then the clergy came in with his book<br> | |||
And me nob from me body be parted | And he spoke him so smooth and so civil<br> | ||
Larry tipped him kill-sour look<br> | |||
You're in the wrong box, then, says I, | And he pitched his big wig to the devil<br> | ||
Then sighing he threw back his head<br> | |||
For blast me if they're so hard-hearted | For to get a sweet drop of the bottle<br> | ||
And dutiful sighing he said,<br> | |||
A chalk on the back of your neck | "Oh the hempt 'twill be soon 'round me throttle<br> | ||
And choke me poor windpipe to death"<br> | |||
Is all that Jack Catch dares to give you | <br> | ||
"Oh then sure it's the best way to die<br> | |||
Then mind not such trifle's affect | Oh the dead are no better the living<br> | ||
For now when the gallows is high<br> | |||
Oh why should the likes of them grieve you? | Our journey is shorter to heaven"<br> | ||
But what harasses Larry the most<br> | |||
And now boys, come tip us the deck." | And makes his soul poor melancholy<br> | ||
Is he thinks of the time when his ghost<br> | |||
It will come in a sheet to Sweet Molly<br> | |||
"Oh sure, it'll kill her alive"<br> | |||
Well the cards being called for they played | <br> | ||
So moving, these last words he spoke<br> | |||
Until Larry found one of them cheated | We all vented our tears in a shower<br> | ||
For me own part I thought me heart broke<br> | |||
A point in his napper was made | For to see him cut down like a flower<br> | ||
On his travels we watched him next day<br> | |||
For the boy he'd been easily heated | The throttler I thought I could kill him<br> | ||
But Larry not one word did say<br> | |||
"Oh, hold me the hokey, you thief | Nor change did he come to King William<br> | ||
And then did his color grow white<br> | |||
I'll scuttle your knob with me dodle! | <br> | ||
When he came to the old Dublin Chit<br> | |||
You cheat me because I'm in grief | He was tucked up so neat and so pretty<br> | ||
The rumbler jugged off from his feet<br> | |||
Ah, but soon I'll demolish your noddle | And he died with his face to the city<br> | ||
He kicked too, but that was all pride<br> | |||
And leave you your claret to drink" | For soon you might see 'twas all over<br> | ||
Soon after the noose was untied<br> | |||
In darkness we waked him in clover<br> | |||
And sent him to take his ground sweat<br> | |||
Then the clergy came in with his book | <br> | ||
Oh, the night before Larry was stretched<br> | |||
And he spoke him so smooth and so civil | Well the boys they all paid him a visit<br> | ||
A bit in their sacks too they fetched<br> | |||
Larry tipped him kill-sour look | For they sweated their duds till they ris' it<br> | ||
For Larry was always the lad<br> | |||
And he pitched his big wig to the devil | When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer<br> | ||
Would fence all the duds that he had<br> | |||
Then sighing he threw back his head | For to help his poor friend to a sneezer<br> | ||
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died<br> | |||
For to get a sweet drop of the bottle | And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died<br> | ||
And dutiful sighing he said, | |||
"Oh the hempt 'twill be soon 'round me throttle | |||
And choke me poor windpipe to death" | |||
"Oh then sure it's the best way to die | |||
Oh the dead are no better the living | |||
For now when the gallows is high | |||
Our journey is shorter to heaven" | |||
But what harasses Larry the most | |||
And makes his soul poor melancholy | |||
Is he thinks of the time when his ghost | |||
It will come in a sheet to Sweet Molly | |||
"Oh sure, it'll kill her alive" | |||
So moving, these last words he spoke | |||
We all vented our tears in a shower | |||
For me own part I thought me heart broke | |||
For to see him cut down like a flower | |||
On his travels we watched him next day | |||
The throttler I thought I could kill him | |||
But Larry not one word did say | |||
Nor change did he come to King William | |||
And then did his color grow white | |||
When he came to the old Dublin Chit | |||
He was tucked up so neat and so pretty | |||
The rumbler jugged off from his feet | |||
And he died with his face to the city | |||
He kicked too, but that was all pride | |||
For soon you might see 'twas all over | |||
Soon after the noose was untied | |||
In darkness we waked him in clover | |||
And sent him to take his ground sweat | |||
Oh, the night before Larry was stretched | |||
Well the boys they all paid him a visit | |||
A bit in their sacks too they fetched | |||
For they sweated their duds till they ris' it | |||
For Larry was always the lad | |||
When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer | |||
Would fence all the duds that he had | |||
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer | |||
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died | |||
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died |
Latest revision as of 04:25, 14 May 2009
The Night Before Larry Was Stretched
Oh, the night before Larry was stretched
Well the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till they ris' it
For Larry was always the lad
When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died
Well the boys they came crowding in fast
And they threw all their stools 'round about him
Six glims round his trap-case was placed
For he couldn't be well-waked without them
When one of them asked, "Could he die
Without having duly repented?"
Said Larry, "That's all in me eye
And first by the clergy invented
For to get a fat bit for themselves"
"Oh and I'll be cut up like a pie:
And me nob from me body be parted
You're in the wrong box, then, says I,
For blast me if they're so hard-hearted
A chalk on the back of your neck
Is all that Jack Catch dares to give you
Then mind not such trifle's affect
Oh why should the likes of them grieve you?
And now boys, come tip us the deck."
Well the cards being called for they played
Until Larry found one of them cheated
A point in his napper was made
For the boy he'd been easily heated
"Oh, hold me the hokey, you thief
I'll scuttle your knob with me dodle!
You cheat me because I'm in grief
Ah, but soon I'll demolish your noddle
And leave you your claret to drink"
Then the clergy came in with his book
And he spoke him so smooth and so civil
Larry tipped him kill-sour look
And he pitched his big wig to the devil
Then sighing he threw back his head
For to get a sweet drop of the bottle
And dutiful sighing he said,
"Oh the hempt 'twill be soon 'round me throttle
And choke me poor windpipe to death"
"Oh then sure it's the best way to die
Oh the dead are no better the living
For now when the gallows is high
Our journey is shorter to heaven"
But what harasses Larry the most
And makes his soul poor melancholy
Is he thinks of the time when his ghost
It will come in a sheet to Sweet Molly
"Oh sure, it'll kill her alive"
So moving, these last words he spoke
We all vented our tears in a shower
For me own part I thought me heart broke
For to see him cut down like a flower
On his travels we watched him next day
The throttler I thought I could kill him
But Larry not one word did say
Nor change did he come to King William
And then did his color grow white
When he came to the old Dublin Chit
He was tucked up so neat and so pretty
The rumbler jugged off from his feet
And he died with his face to the city
He kicked too, but that was all pride
For soon you might see 'twas all over
Soon after the noose was untied
In darkness we waked him in clover
And sent him to take his ground sweat
Oh, the night before Larry was stretched
Well the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till they ris' it
For Larry was always the lad
When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died