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There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and meAnd a couple of two or three went on the spree one dayWe had a bob or two, which we knew how to blewAnd the beer and whiskey flew and we all felt gayWe visited McCann's, Maclaman's, Humpty Dan'sWe then went into Swan's, our stomachs for to packWe ordered out a feed, which indeed, we did needAnd we finished it with speed, but we still felt slackJohnny McEldoo turned red, white and blueAs a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sightHe shouted out "Encore!" with a roar for some moreThat he'd never felt before such a keen appetiteWe ordered eggs and ham, bread and jam, what a cramBut him, we couldn't ram, though we tried our level bestFor everything we brought, cold or hot, mattered notIt went down him like a shot and he still stood the testHe swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scarredWe thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the billWe told him to give o'er, but he swore he could lowerTwice as much again and more before he had his fillHe nearly supped a trough full of broth says McGragh"He'll devour the tablecloth if you don't hold him in"When the waiter brought the charge, McEldoo felt so largeHe began to shout and barge and his blood went on fireLetras de cancionesHe began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despairTo finish the affair, called the shop man a liarThe shop man, he through out and no doubt, he did cloutMcEldoo he kicked about like an old footballTattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I supposeHe would have killed him with a few blows in no time at allMceldoo began to howl and to growl, by my soulThrough an empty bowl at the shop keepers headIt struck poor Mickey Flynn, took the skin from his chinAn erection did begin and we all fought and bledThe peelers did arrive, man alive, four or fiveAt us they made a dive for us all to march awayWe paid for all the mate that we ate, stood a traitAnd went home to ruminate on the spree that day From Letras Mania