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TWANGMAN Come listen to me story, it's about a nice young man When the militia wasn't wanting, he dealt in hawking twang He loved a lovely maiden, as fair as any midge And she kept a treacle billy depot, one side of the Carlisle Bridge Another one came courting her and his name was Mickey Bags He was a commercial traveller and he dealt in bones and rags Well he took her down by Sandymount, for to see waters roll And he stole the heart of the twangmans mot, playing Billy-in-the-Bowl Well when the twangman heard of this he fell into a terrible rage And he swore by the contents of his twang cart, on him he would have his revenge So he lays in wait near to James's Gate and when poor old Bags come up With his twang knife he took the life of the poor old gather-em-up Well now yiz have heard me story and I hope yiz'll be good men And not go chasing the Twangman's mot or any other old hen For they'll leave you without a brass farthing, not even your old sack of rags And ye'll wind up in the gutter there, like poor old Mickey Bags! @Irish filename[ TWANGMAN TUNE FILE: TWANGMAN CLICK TO PLAY MR apr97 |
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