O, the night before Larry was stretched
Well the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till they riz it.
For Larry was always a lad
–When a boy was condemn'd to the Squeezer–
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer
And warm his aul' gob 'fore he died

Well, the boys they came crowding in fast
And they drew all their stools 'round about him.
Six glims round his trap-case was placed
For he couldn't be well waked without them.
When one of them asked, "Could he die
Without having duly repented?"
Said Larry, "That's all in me eye
And first by the clargy invented
For to get a fat bit for themselves."

"Oh, and I'll be cut up like a pie
And me nob from me body be parted."
"You're in the wrong box, then," says I,
"For blast me if they're so hardhearted.
A chalk on the back of your neck
Is all that Jack Ketch dares to give you.
Then mind not such trifles a feck.
O, why should the likes of them grieve you?
– And now boys, come tip us the deck."

Well, the cards being called for they played
Until Larry found one of them cheated.
A dart for his napper he made
For the boy he being easily heated
"Oho! Be the hokey, you thief,
I'll scuttle your knob 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!"

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 divvil!
Then sighing, he threw back his head
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And, pitiiful sighing, he said
"Oh, the hemp 'twill be soon 'round me throttle
And choke me poor windpipe to death!

"Oh, then sure it's the best way to die
Oh, the divvil a better than living
For now when the gallows is high
Our journey is shorter to Heaven"
But what harasses Larry the most
And makes his soul poor melancholy
Is he thinks of the time when his ghost
It will come in a sheet to Sweet Molly.
"Oh sure, it'll kill her alive!"

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
—The throttler I thought I could kill him—
But Larry not one word did say
Nor change 'til he come to King William
Then — musha — his colour grew white.

When he came to the old nubblin' chit
He was tacked up so neat and so pretty.
The rambler jugged 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;
In darkness we waked him in clover
And sent him to take his ground-sweat.

O, the night before Larry was stretched
Well, the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till they riz it.
For Larry was always a lad
– When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer –
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer
And warm his aul' gob 'fore he died
And warm his aul' gob 'fore he died.