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Posted By: Jim Dixon
24-Apr-09 - 11:57 PM
Thread Name: DTStudy: Hot Ash-Pelt (Hot Asphalt)
Subject: Lyr Add: HOT ASHFELT / HOT ASPHALT
From Long Ever Ago (fiction) by Rupert Hughes (New York: Harper & Brothers, 1918):
[No title is given.]
1. Good evenin' to you, boys. I hope to see you well,
As I consider meself to-night, as anny tongue can tell.
I'm not out of employment, nor lookin' for a job;
And you know me weekly wages is over eighteen bob.
It's a twelvemonth lasht Septimber since I left Balbriggan town,
And I helped me Uncle Barney to cut the harvest down.
It's now I wear a ganzy, and around me waisht a belt,
I'm a gaffer o'er the boys that makes the hot ashfelt.
CHORUS: You may talk about your sojers, your sailors and the resht,
Your shoemakers and tailors to plase the ladies besht;
But the only boys that have a chance the colleens' hearts to melt
Are the boys around the boiler makin' the hot ashfelt.
2. A polisman steps up to me, and he says: 'Now, McGuire,
Will ye kindly let me light me dudeen at your boiler fire?'
Says I: 'Me honest polisman, you know it's gittin' late,
And if you've anny gumption you'll go and mind your bate.'
With that I drew out from 'um and I hit 'um such a welt
That I knocked 'um in the boiler among the hot ashfelt. CHORUS.
3. The boys they gathered round him and shtuck him in the tub,
With soap and warrum wather they all begun to shcrub.
In the Dub(a)lin museum he is hung up by the belt
For an example to the boys that make the hot ashfelt.
[In the novel, the verses appear interspersed with a bit of narration, which I have omitted. I have no explanation for the verses having an inconsistent number of lines.]