LARRY O'TOOLE.

You've all heard of Larry O'Toole,

Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole;

He had but one eye,

To ogle ye by—

Oh, murther, but that was a jew'l!

A fool

He made of de girls, dis O'Toole.

'Twas he was the boy didn't fail,

That tuck down pataties and mail;

He never would shrink

From any sthrong dthrink,

Was it whisky or Drogheda ale;

I'm bail

That Larry would swallow a pail.

Oh, many a night, at the bowl,

With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl;

He's gone to his rest,

Where there's dthrink of the best,

And so let us give his old sowl

A howl,

For 'twas he made the noggin to rowl.