The Night Before Larry Was Stretched (trad.) | Text

An Lár
celtic scottish breton irish folk
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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 ris‘ it
For Larry was always a 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 to warm his ol‘ gob ‚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 me eye
And first by the clergy invented
For to get a fat bit for themselves

Oh and I’ll be cut up like a pie
And me nob from me body be parted
You’re in the wrong box  then  says I
For blast me if they’re so hard-hearted
A chalk on the back of your neck
It is all that Jack Catch dares to give you
Then mind not such trifles a feck
for 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 dart for his napper he made
For the boy he’d been easily heated
O hold me the hokey you thief!
I’ll scuttle your knob with me dodle!
you cheat me because I’m in grief
Ah  but soon I’ll demolish your noddle
And leave you your claret to drink

Then the clergy came in with his book
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
For to get a sweet drop of the bottle
And pityful 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 divil a better o’living
For now when the gallows is high
Then our journey is shorter to heaven
But what harasses Larry the most
And makes his poor soul 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
Oh the throttler I thought I could kill him
But Larry not one word did say
Nor change till he came to King William
Then musha his color grew white

When he came to the old nubblin Chit
He was tucked up so neat and so pretty
The rumbler jugged off from his feet
And he died with his face to the city
He kicked too  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