Books Notated Music Larry O'Brien. Horace Patridge, No. 27 Hanover Street, Boston
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698 LARRY O'BRIEN.
698 LARRY O'BRIEN.
I have lately returned from the ocean,
Where the fire, blud and bells were in motion,
For at fighting shure I nivir tuk a notion,
It would never do for Larry O'Brien.
Its I cud box along the shore, like a great many more,
Its I cud hurl and fight, and thin make the spalpeens roar;
Be sure I nivir, thought it clever,
To see the balls knock out the liver
Of poor Larry O'Brien.
Arrah thin, Larry, Larry,
Blud and thunder to the girl that wud tarry,
Oh she'd nivir do for Larry OBrien.
Oh the midshipman's a bit of a milk sop,
Faith he orders me up to the tip top.
Sure me head it whirl'd round like a whip top,
Oh it wud nivir do for Larry O'Brien.
Thin a sailor he wint up, and then lowered me down a rope,
And they tied it roun' me body, and its thin they hauled me up
And they commenced a hauling, and I kept a bawling,
And I made the divils own squaling,
Oh't poor Larry OBrien.
Thin the nixt thing they all got a fighting,
Which was a thing I nivir tuk delight in,
Be me sowl you'll swear I was right in,
Securing poor Larry O'Brien.
With their powder and their shot and their bullets flew so hot
I was thinking ev'ry minit I was biling in a pot,
And with their gunning and their funning,
Sure then I tuk to running,
With poor Larry O'Brien.
While the hubbabuboo they war a making,
I was in the hole shivering and shaking,
When I heard that the French ship was taken,
Arrah then up pops Larry O'Brien.
When I got upon the deck it was there a man lay dead,
Arrah thin musha grah, says I, shure you d better be in bed,
For there was such fighting,
'Twas a thing I cud nivir take delight in,
'Twud nivir do for Larry OBrien.
Then the captain gave orders for her sailing,
But the ships sides all wanted hailing,
It was there sich painting and sich bailing,
Oh it would nivir do for Larry O'Brien.
Thin they jounced her in the docks, upon their big square blocks
And she looked for all world like a divil in the stocks,
And with their oakum and thir kokum,
And the sailors divil choke 'em
For poor, Larry O'Brien.
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