TWENTY POUND DOG

My name it is Michael McCarthy I come from a place of renown
Had a bet with one Timothy O'Flahaty that my bulldog could wallop the town
He told me of one Terrence Murphy who lived away out in the bog
Who had an old black and tan terrier that could murder my twenty pound dog

Oh Champion he was a dandy, till Murphy that dirty old sod
Came along with his black and tan terrier
And he murdered my twenty pound dog

Well I let out my bold twenty pounder He looked just as good as a king
How he eyed that black and tan terrier as they both sashayed right round the ring
They fought for an hour and a quarter it was away out in the bog
And the terrier he took all the laurels and a corpse lay my twenty pound dog

I swore that I'd have satisfaction, I off with my coat and my hat
Made a race for the whole Murphy faction from big Terrence down to little Pat
Then I made a race for the terrier and I kicked him way out in the bog
And all the way home I swore vengeance sweet vengeance for my twenty pound dog