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A note of apology. If you look up The Spree (or Johnny McEldoo) you'll get a garbled version. This was pointed out to me yesterday, and I find that it's because our contributor used angle brackets to identify which half of the tune went with which verses. Angle brackets in HTML identify commands, rather than text. SO, the text for the marked lines doesn't show.

This problem doesn't affect the download versions; just the www search. We'll fix it for the next edition. Meanwhile,

THE SPREE

                G          e
  There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
            G                                  D7      G
     And a couple or two or three went on a spree one day
  
  We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
     And the beer and whiskey flew, and we all felt gay.
         G                                   D7
  We visited McCann's, McEloman's, Salty Dan's
          G                          A7             D7
     We then went into Swann's our stomachs for to pack
  
  We ordered out the feed which indeed we did need
     And we finished it with speed but we still felt slack
      G          e
  Johnny McEldoo turned as blue as the dew
             G                     A7              D7
     And a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight
  
  He shouted out encore with a roar for some more
     That he never felt before such a keen appetite
  He ordered eggs and ham, bread and jam, what a cram
     But him we couldn't tram, though we tried our level best
  For everything we brought, cold or hot, mattered not
     It went down him like a shot but he still stood the test
  
  He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we were scar'd
     We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the bill
  We told him to give o'er but he swore he could lower
     Twice as much again and more before he had his fill
  
         G                                             D7
  He nearly soaked a trough full of broth, says McGrawth
              G                          D7            G
     He'll devour the tablecloth if you don't haul him in
  
  When the waiter brought the charge McEldoo felt so large
     He began to scout and barge, and his blood went on fire
  He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair
     And to finish the affair, called the shopman a liar
  
  The shopman he threw out and no doubt he did clout
     McEldoo he kicked about like an old football
  Tattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I suppose
     Nearly killed him with a few blows in no time at all
  McEldoo began to howl and to growl, by my soul
     He threw an empty bowl at the shopkeeper's head
  Struck for Mickey Finn, peeled the skin off his chin
     And the ructions did begin, and we all fought and bled
  
  The peelers did arrive, man alive, four or five
     And at us they made a drive for us all to march away
  We paid for all the meat that we ate, set it straight
     And went home to ruminate on the spree that day
  

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