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184 There was a row in Silver Street—it might ha' raged till now,

But some one drew his side-arm clear, an' nobody knew how;

'Twas Hogan took the point an' dropped; we saw the red blood run:

An' so we all was murderers that started out in fun.

While it was: Belts—

There was a row in Silver Street—but that put down the shine,

Wid each man whisperin' to his next: "'Twas never work o' mine!"

We went away like beaten dogs, an' down the street we bore him,

The poor dumb corpse that couldn't tell the bhoys were sorry for him.

When it was: Belts—

There was a row in Silver Street—it isn't over yet,

For half of us are under guard wid punishments to get;