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Verse 1
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There was Johnny McEldoo
and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on
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the spree one day
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We had a bob or two, which
we knew how to blew
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And the beer and whiskey flew
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and we all felt gay
We visited McCann's, Maclaman's, Humpty
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Dan's
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We then went into Swan's,
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our stomachs for to pack
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We ordered out a feed, which
indeed, we did need
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And we finished it with speed, but
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we still felt slack
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Johnny McEldoo turned as blue
Verse 2
as a Jew
And a plate of Irish stew he
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soon put out of sight
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He shouted out "Encore!" with
a roar for some more
That he'd never felt before such
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a keen appetite
He ordered eggs and ham, bread
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and jam, what a cram
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But him, we couldn't ram, though we
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tried our level best
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For everything we brought, cold
or hot, mattered not
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It went down him like a shot but
he still stood the test
Verse 3
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He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we
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got scarred
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We thought it would go hard when
the waiter brought the bill
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We told him to give o'er, but
he swore he could lower
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Twice as much again and more be
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fore he had his fill
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He nearly supped a trough full of broth says
McGragh
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"He'll devour the tablecloth
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if you don't hold him in"
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When the waiter brought the charge,
McEldoo felt so large
He began to shout and barge and his
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blood went on fire
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He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair
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And to finish the
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affair, called
the shop man a liar
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The shop man, he through out
and no doubt, he did clout
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McEldoo he kicked about like
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an old football
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Tattered all his clothes, broke his nose,
I suppose
He would have killed him with a few blows
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in no time at all
Mceldoo began to howl
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and to growl, by my soul
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He threw an empty bowl at the
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shop keepers head
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It struck poor Mickey Flynn, peeled
his skin off his chin
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And eruptions did begin
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and we all fought and bled
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The peelers did arrive, man
alive, four or five
At us they made a dive for
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us all to march away
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We paid for all the mate that
we ate, stood a trait
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And went home to ruminate
on the spree that day
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