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...FIFTY FAGGOTS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS A SNOWFLAKE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IT IS ENOUGH by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS HAYMAKERS' SONG, FR. KING RENE'S HONEYMOON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY POEM BY A PERFECTLY FURIOUS ACADEMICIAN by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS |