You've all heard of Larry O'Toole, Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole; He had but one eye, To ogle ye by— Oh, murther, but that was a jew'l! A fool He made of de girls, did O'Toole. 'Twas he was the boy didn't fail, That tuck down pataties and mail; He never would shrink From any sthrong dhrink, Was it whiskey or Drogheda ale; I'm bail This Larry would swallow a pail. Oh, many a night at the bowl, With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl; He's gone to his rest, Where there's dhrink of the best, And so let us give his old sowl A howl, For 'twas he made the noggin to rowl. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE BALLADE OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING THE LITTLE TURTLE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT TO HIM THAT WAS CRUCIFIED by WALT WHITMAN THE CASE OF EDGAR ABBOTT AND PHILIP RIDD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |