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Oh, the night Larry was stretched
the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they
For they sweated their duds till they it
For was always the lad

When a boy was to the Squeezer
Would fence all the that he had
For to help his poor to a sneezer
And his ol' gob 'fore he died

Well, the they came crowding in fast
And they threw all their stools about him
Six glims his trap case was placed
For he be well waked without them

When one of asked, "Could he die
Without having repented?"
Larry, "That's all in me eye
And first by the invented
For to get a fat bit for themselves"

"Oh, and be cut up like a pie
And me nob from me be parted
You're in the box, then, says I
For me if they're so hardhearted

"A chalk on the of your neck
Is all Jack Catch dares to give you
Then mind not trifle's affect
Oh, why the likes of them grieve you?
And now boys, tip us the deck"

Well, the cards being called for played
Until Larry one of them cheated
A in his napper was made
For the boy he'd been heated

"Oh, me the hokey, you thief
I'll scuttle your knob me doodle
You me because I'm in grief
Ah, but soon I'll demolish noddle
And leave you your to drink"

Then the came in with his book
And he spoke him so smooth and so
Larry him kill sour look
And he his big wig to the devil

sighing he threw back his head
For to get a sweet drop of the
And dutiful he said
"Oh, the hempt 'twill be soon me throttle
And me poor windpipe to death

"Oh, then sure the best way to die
Oh, the dead are no better the
For now the gallows is high
Our is shorter to Heaven"

But what harasses Larry the
And makes his soul poor
Is he thinks of the time his ghost
It will come in a to Sweet Molly
"Oh sure, it'll her alive"

So moving, these last he spoke
We all vented our in a shower
For me own I thought me heart broke
For to see him cut down like a

On his travels we watched him day
The throttler I thought I kill him
But not one word did say
Nor change did he to King William
And then did his grow white

he came to the old Dublin Chit
He was up so neat and so pretty
The rumbler jugged off his feet
And he died with his face to the

He kicked too, but was all pride
For soon you might see 'twas all
Soon the noose was untied
In darkness we him in clover
And sent him to his ground sweat

Oh, the before Larry was stretched
Well, the boys they all paid him a
A bit in their sacks too they
For they sweated their duds till they it

For Larry was the lad
When a boy was to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds he had
For to help his poor friend to a
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he