Oh kiss me Maggie & take me home,
For I sure dinnae feel like dyin' alone,
Gawn geez a shot, chuck a doggie a bone,
Or a penny for me rattlin' can,
As sure as Christ it's a bitter pill,
But if you won't have me, yer sister will,
I'll cart me arse doon Surry Hills & call her out this
Go on, go well, ye're no catch o' mine,
Yer clothes in rags, ye reek o' fags & old green ginger
My sisters aye a leezie into the drinkin', dogs &
My poor departed Father couldn't flog her at the yards,
I'm a man o' some renown 'Jack the Lad' about the town,
We'll share a plate of oysters, crack the neck o' Billy
Sly grog & salty treats, I'll not grant yer wish,
I'm promised to the toll collector boy upon the bridge.
Like good whisky in bad wounds,
Like honey on a toothache, you'll never be mine,
Tho' we can dance, b'Jesus, we'll swing like the
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine.
Why wait until yer dancin' shoes are scuffed and in the
I'll stitch my holey duds, scrape the whiskers from me
We'll get ye down yer scarlet gown, I'll steal you
I'd waltz off Millers point before I walk the aisle
Oh I'll sing you 'six ribbons'!
Aye when your 'three sheets'!
Yer drunken, brawlin' caterwaulin' echoes through the
Y'know I'm not yet very old,
Sure it's poison when its cold,
And a dear old southerly belters sure to blow!