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lirik lagu frank harte - the night that larry was stretched

[verse 1]
ah, the night before larry was stretched
and the boys, they all paid him a visit
a bit in their sacks, too, they fetched
for they sweated their duds till they ris’ it
for larry was ever the lad
when the boys was condemned to the squeezer
would fence all the duds that he had
for to help a poor friend to a sneezer
and warm his gob ‘fore he died

[verse 2]
ah, the boys, they came crowding in fast
and they drew all their stools ’round about him
six glims round his trap~case wеre placed
he couldn’t bе well~waked without them
when one of us asked, “could he die
without having duly repented?”
says larry, “that’s all in me eye
and first be the clergy invented
for to get a fat bit for themselves”

[verse 3]
“oh, i’m sorry dear larry”, says i
“for to see you in this situation
and blister me limbs if i lie
i’d as lieve it had been my own station.”
“ochone, it’s all over!” says he
“for the neck cloth i’m forced to put on
and by this time tomorrow you’ll see
your poor larry as dead as a mutton
because why his courage was good”
[verse 4]
“and i’ll be cut up like a pie
and me kn~b from me body be parted.”
“you’re in the wrong box, then”, says i
“for blast me if they’re so hard~hearted”
“a chalk on the back of your neck
is all that jack ketch dares to give you
them mind not such trifle’s ah f~ck
for why should the likes of them grieve you?
and now boys, come tip us the deck.”

[verse 5]
ah, the cards being called for, they played
until larry found one of them cheated;
a dart at his napper he made
for the boy he’d been easily heated
“oh~ho, by the hokey, you thief
i will scuttle your n0b with me daddle!
you cheat me because i’m in grief
ah but soon i’ll demolish your noddle
and leave you your claret to drink.”

[verse 6]
then the clergy came in with his book
and he spoke him so smooth and so civil
larry tipped him a kilmainham look
and he pitched his big wig to the devil
then sighing, he threw back his head
for to get a sweet drop of the bottle
and, pitiful sighing he said;
“oh, the hemp will be soon round me throttle
and choke me poor windpipe to death”
[verse 7]
oh then sure, it’s the best way to die
oh, the divil, it’s better than livin’
for now when the gallows is high
then your journey is shorter to heaven
but what harasses larry the most
and makes his poor soul melancholy
is he thinks of the time when his ghost
will come in a sheet to sweet molly
oh, sure, it’ll k!ll her alive

[verse 8]
oh, so moving these last words he spoke
we all vented our tears in a shower;
for me own part, i thought me heart broke
for to see him cut down like a flower
on his travels we watched him next day
oh, the throttler! i thought i could k!ll him;
but larry not one word did say
nor changed till he come to “king william”;
then, musha his colourgrew white

[verse 9]
when he came to old numbing chit
he was tucked up so neat and so pretty
the rumbler jogged off from his feet
and he died with his face to the city;
he kicked, too, but that was all pride
for soon you might see ’twas all over;
soon after the noose was untied
and at darky we waked him in clover
and sent him to take his ground sweat

- lirik lagu frank harte

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