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Waxies Dargle

Says my oul one to your oul one
Will you come to the Waxies Dargle
Says your oul one to my oul one
Sure I have’nt got a farthing
I’ve just been down to Monto Town
to see young Kill McArdle
But he would’nt give me half a crown
to go to the Waxies Dargle

What are you havin’ will you have a pint
Yes I’ll have a pint with you sir
And if one of ye does’nt order soon
will be thrown out of the boozer

Says my oul one to your oul one
Will you come to the Galway Races
Says your oul one to my oul one
With the price of my old lad’s braces
I went down the Caple Street
to the jew young money lenders
But they wouldn’t give me a couple of bob
for my old lads red suspenders

What are you havin’ will you have a pint . . .

Says my oul one to your oul one
We have no beef or mutton
But if we go to Monto Town
We might get a drink for nuttin’
Here’s a piece of advice
I got from an old fishmonger
When food is scarce and you see the hearse
You’ll know you have died of hunger

What are you havin’ will you have a pint . . .