Waxies' Dargle

Says my aul' one to your aul' one "Will ye come to the Waxies' Dargle?" Says your aul' one to my aul' one, "Sure, I haven't got a farthin'. I've just been down to Monto town To see old Bill McArdle But he wouldn't give me a half a crown For to go to the Waxies' Dargle."

Chorus "What'll ye have? Will ye have a pint?" "I'll have a pint with you, sir." And if one of us doesn't order soon We'll be thrown out of the boozer.

Says my aul' one to your aul' one "Will ye come to the Galway Races?" Says your aul' one to my aul' one, "With the price of me aul' lad's braces. I went down to Capel Street To the Jew-man moneylenders But they wouldn't give me a couple of bob On me aul' lad's red suspenders."

Says my aul' one to your aul' one "We have no beef nor mutton But if we go down to Monto town We might get a drink for nothin'." Here's a nice piece of advice I got from an aul' fishmonger: "When food is scarce and you see the hearse You'll know they've died of hunger.