"Pat Murrough, your health—you're a broth of a b'y"
Och! how tipsy they were! e'en the clargy himself,
Like Pity, was seen with a drop in his eye.
Then in comes Mick Larry, Pat Murrough's old rival,
With a lot of his friends from Sev'n Dials direct;
And och! what a scrimmige and murther intirely!
And then the police comes, the peace to protect.
Then straight to the beak Paddy Murrough is taken:
Mick Larry himself 'tis appears against Pat;
Says the beak, "You're with bigamy charged, Paddy Murrough!"