The Spree
SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer
SOURCE'S SOURCE: Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem
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And a couple or two or three went on a spree one day
And the beer and whiskey flew, and we all felt gay.
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We then went into Swann's our stomachs for to pack
And we finished it with speed but we still felt slack
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And a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight
That he never felt before such a keen appetite
But him we couldn't tram, though we tried our level best
It went down him like a shot but he still stood the test
We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the bill
Twice as much again and more before he had his fill
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He'll devour the tablecloth if you don't haul him in
He began to scout and barge, and his blood went on fire
And to finish the affair, called the shopman a liar
McEldoo he kicked about like an old football
Nearly killed him with a few blows in no time at all
He threw an empty bowl at the shopkeeper's head
And the ructions did begin, and we all fought and bled
And at us they made a drive for us all to march away
And went home to ruminate on the spree that day
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