TO drink a toast, A proctor roast, Or bailiff, as the case is; To kiss your wife, Or take your life At ten or fifteen paces; To keep game cocks, to hunt the fox, To drink in punch the Solway, With debts galore, but fun far more; Oh! that's 'the man for Galway.' With debts, etc. The King of Oude Is mighty proud, And so were onest the Caysars; But ould Giles Eyre Would make them stare, Av he had them with the Blazers. To the devil I fling ould Runjeet Sing, He's only a prince in a small way, And knows nothing at all of a six-foot wall; Oh! he'd never 'do for Galway.' With debts, etc. Ye think the Blakes Are no 'great shakes'; They're all his blood relations; And the Bodkins sneeze At the grim Chinese, For they come from the Phenaycians. So fill to the brim, and here's to him Who'd drink in punch the Solway; With debts galore, but fun far more; Oh! that's 'the man for Galway.' With debts, etc. |