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Thread #223   Message #556
Posted By: Bob Schwarer phidea@cris.com
25-Nov-96 - 01:41 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Johnny McEldoo
Subject: Lyr Add: JOHNNY MCELDOO
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
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.
We visited McCann's McIllmann's Humpty Dan's.
We then went into Swann's our stomachs for to pack.
We ordered out a feed, which indeed we did need
And we finished it with speed but we still felt slack.

Johnny McEldoo turned red, white and blue
When 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 ram though we tried our level best
For every thing 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 got scared
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
He nearly supped a trough full of broth says McGrath,
"He'll devour the tablecloth if you don't hold him in
When the waiter brought the charge, McEldoo felt so large
He began to scowl 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 drew out, and no doubt, he did clout
McEldoo he kicked about like an old football
He tattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I suppose
He'd have killed him with a few blows in no time at all

McEldoo began to howl, and to growl, by my sowl
He threw an empty bowl at the shopkeeper's head
It struck poor Mickey Flynn, 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 mate, that we ate, stood a trate,
And went home to ruminate on the spree that day.

May be two lines missing from verse 4. Don't have the record handy right now, but I'll check.

Bob S.