The Night Before Larry Was Stretched

Oh, the night before Larry was stretched

Well the boys they all paid him a visit

A bit in their sacks too they fetched

For they sweated their duds till they rivered

For Larry was always the lad

When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer

Would fence all the duds that he had

For to help his poor friend to a sneezer -

- And warm his own god 'fore he died

Well the boys they came crowding in fast

And they threw all their stools 'round about him

Six glims round his trap-case was placed

For he couldn't be well-waked without them

When one of them asked, "Could he die

Without having duly repented?"

Said Larry, "That's all in the eye

And first by the clergy invented -

- For to get a fat lid for themselves"

Oh and Algie cut up like a pie:

"I may not from me buddy be parted."

"You're in the wrong box, then, says I,

For bless me if they're so hard-hearted

"A chalk on the back of your neck

Is all that Jack Catch does to give you

Then mind not such trifle's effect

Oh why should the likes of them grieve you? -

- And now boys, come tip us the deck."

Well the cards being called for they played

Until Larry found one of them cheated

[?] A godflew was napperly made [?]

For the boy he being easily heated

"Oh, hold me the hokey, you thief!

I'll scuffle your knob with me dardle!

You cheat me because I'm in grief

Ah, but soon I'll be molish and muddle -

- And leave you your claret to drink"

Then the clergy came in with his boon

And he spoke him so smooth and so civil

Larry tipped him A Kilmaven wink

And he pitched his big wig to the devil

Then sighing he threw back his head

For to get a sweet drop of the bottle

And dutiful sighing he said,

"Oh the hemp 'twill be soon 'round me throttle -

- And choke me poor windpipe to death.

"Oh then sure it's the best way to die

[?] Oh the dead are the better the living [?]

For now in the gallows is hiding

A journey that's surely to heaven."

But what harasses Larry the most

And makes his soul poor melancholy

Is he thinks of the time when his ghost

It will come in a sheet to Sweet Molly -

- "Oh sure, it'll kill her alive"

So moving, these last words he spoke

We all vented our tears in a shower

For me own part I thought me heart broke

For to see him cut down like a flower

On his travels we watched him next day

The throttler I thought I could kill him

But Larry not one word did say

Nor change did he come to King William -

- And mutter, "His color be White."

When he came to the old Dublin Shed

He was tucked up so neat and so pretty

[?] The rumbler jumped far from his feet [?]

And he died with his face to the city

He came to, but that was all pride

For soon you might see 'twas all over

Soon after the noose was untied

In darkness we waked him in clover -

- And sent him to take his ground sweat

Oh, the night before Larry was stretched

Well the boys they all paid him a visit

A bit in their sacks too they fetched

For they sweated their duds till they rivered

For Larry was always the lad

When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer

Would fence all the duds that he had

For to help his poor friend to a sneezer -

- And warm his own god 'fore he died

- And warm his own god 'fore he died