'For the neckcloth I don't care a button, [5]
And by this time to-morrow you'll see
Your Larry will be dead as mutton:
All for what? 'Kase his courage was good!'

III

The boys they came crowding in fast;
They drew their stools close round about him,
Six glims round his coffin they placed-- [6]
He couldn't be well waked without 'em,
I ax'd if he was fit to die,
Without having duly repented?
Says Larry, 'That's all in my eye,
And all by the clargy invented,
To make a fat bit for themselves.

IV

Then the cards being called for, they play'd,
Till Larry found one of them cheated;

Quick he made a hard rap at his head--
The lad being easily heated,
'So ye chates me bekase I'm in grief!
O! is that, by the Holy, the rason?
Soon I'll give you to know you d--d thief!
That you're cracking your jokes out of sason,
And scuttle your nob with my fist'.