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Oh, the night before Larry was
Well the boys they all him a visit
A bit in their sacks too fetched
For sweated their duds till they ris' it
For Larry was the lad

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

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

When one of asked, "Could he die
having duly repented?"
Larry, "That's all in me eye
And first by the Clergy
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 wrong box, then, I
For me if they're so hardhearted

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

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

"Oh, hold me the hokey, you
scuttle your knob with me doodle
You cheat me I'm in grief
Ah, but soon demolish your noddle
And you your claret to drink"

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

Then sighing he threw his head
For to get a sweet of the bottle
And dutiful sighing he
"Oh, the hempt 'twill be soon 'round me
And choke me 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 journey is to Heaven"

But what Larry the most
And makes his poor melancholy
Is he thinks of the time when his
It come in a sheet to Sweet Molly
"Oh sure, kill her alive"

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

On his travels we him next day
The throttler I I could kill him
But Larry not one did say
Nor change did he come to King
And then did his color white

When he came to the old Dublin
He was tucked up so and so pretty
The rumbler jugged off from his
And he with his face to the city

He kicked too, but was all pride
For soon you see 'twas all over
Soon after the noose was
In we waked him in clover
And sent him to take his sweat

Oh, the night before Larry was
Well, the boys they all him a visit
A bit in their sacks too fetched
For they sweated their till they ris' it

For was always the lad
a boy was condemned to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds he had
For to his poor friend to a sneezer
And warm his ol' gob he died
And his ol' gob 'fore he died