Oh..... McTavish is dead and his brother don't know it.
His brother is dead and McTavish don't know it.
With both of them dead,
And in the very same bed,
And neither one knows that the other is dead.

Did you ever go into an Irishman shanty,
Where whiskey was plenty and money was scanty.
A three-legged chair, a table no legs,
And a hole in the floor for the chicken to scratch.

Oh! mother Oh! mother come down on the dock,
And see the old Irishman washing his socks.
They're as long as his arm and the size of your wrist,
And the hole in the end is the size of your fist.

ad.