The Night Before Larry Was Stretched - The Wolfe Tones


The night before Larry was stretched,
And the boys, they all paid him a visit,
A bit in their sacks, too, they fetched,
And they pawned all their duds till they ris it,
For Larry was ever the lad,
When the boys were condemned to a squeezer,
To pawn all the duds that he had,
And to help a poor friend to a sneezer,
And to warm his gob before he died.

The boys, they came crowding in fast,
And they drew all their stools round about him,
Six glims round his trap-case were placed,
He couldn't be well-waked without them,
Then one of us asked, "Could he die,
Without having duly repented?"
Says Larry, "That's all in me eye,
And first by the clergy invented,
To get a fat bit for themselves."

"Then I'll be cut up like a pie,
And me knob from me body be parted."
"You're in the wrong box, then", says I
"For blast if they're so bad-hearted."
"A chalk on the back of your neck,
Is all that Jack Keating dare gives you,
I don't mind such trifle's affect,
For why should the likes of them grieve you?
And now me boys, come tip us the deck."

The clergy came in with our books,
And he spoke him so smooth and so civil,
Larry tipped him a Kilmainham look,
And he pitched his big wig to the devil,
Then sighing, he threw back his head,
To get his sweet drop of the bottle,
"Oh, pitiful sighing" he said,
"Oh, the hemp will be soon round me throttle,
And it'll choke me poor windpipe to death."

"Though sure, it's the best way to die,
Oh, the devil, it's better than living,
For when the gallows is high,
Oh, your journey is shorter to heaven."
But what harasses Larry the most,
And what makes him so poor and melancholy,
He thinks of the time when his ghost,
Will come back in a sheet to sweet Molly,
Oh, yes, it'll kill her alive.

When he came to, the mumbling jit,
He was tucked up so neat and so pretty,
And the rumbler jugged off of his feet,
And he died with his face to the city,
Now he kicked too but that was all pride,
For soon, you might see twas all over,
As soon as the noose was untied,
And at dark, now we waked him in clover,
And we sent him to take his ground-sweat.