The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple or two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
And the beer and whiskey flew and we all felt gay
We visited McCann's, Macleman's, Humpty Dan's
We then went into Swann's, our stomachs for to pack
We ordered out a feed, which indeed, we did need
And we finished it with speed, but we still felt slack
Johnny McEldoo turned as blue as the dew
And a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight
He shouted out Encore! with a roar for some more
That hе'd never felt bеfore such a keen appetite
We ordered eggs and ham, bread and jam, what a cram
But him, we couldn't ram, though we tried our level best
For everything we brought, cold or hot, mattered not
It went down him like a shot and he still stood the test
He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scarred
We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the bill
We told him to give o'er, but he swore he could lower
Twice as much again and more before he had his fill
He nearly supped a trough full of broth, says McGragh
He'll devour the tablecloth if you don't hold him in
When the waiter brought the charge, McEldoo felt so large
He began to scout and barge and his blood went on fire
He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair
And to finish the affair, called the shopman a liar
The shopman, he drew out, and no doubt, he did clout
McEldoo he kicked about like an old football
Tattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I suppose
He would've killed him with a few blows in no time at all
McEldoo began to howl and to growl, by my soul
He threw an empty bowl at the shopkeeper's head
It struck poor Mickey Flynn, peeled the skin off his chin
An ructions did begin and we all fought and bled
Peelers did arrive, man alive, four or five
At us they made a drive for us all to march away
We paid for all the meat that we ate, stood a treat
And went home to ruminate on the spree that day