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 There was a row in Silver Street they sent the Polis there, The English were too drunk to know, the Irish did n't care; But when they grew impertinint we simultaneous rose, Till half o' them was Liffey mud an' half was tatthered clo'es. For it was: "Belts, &c."

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; 'T was 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, &c."

There was a row in Silver Street but that put down the shine, Wid each man whisperin' to his next: "'T was 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, &c."

There was a row in Silver Street it isn't over yet, For half of us are under guard wid punishments to get; 'T is all a merricle to me as in the Clink I lie: There was a row in Silver Street begod, I wonder why! But it was: "Belts, belts, belts, an* that's one for you!" An* it was "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!" O buckle an' tongue Was the song that we sung From Harrison's down to the Park!