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Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan "Will ye go to the Waxies dargle?" Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan, "Sure I haven't got a farthing. I went down to Monto town To see uncle McArdle But he wouldn't give me a half a crown For to go to the Waxies dargle. What'll you have? I'll have a pint I'll have a pint with you, sir, And if one of you doesn't order soon We'll be chucked out of the boozer. Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan "Will ye go to the Galway races?" Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan, "With the price of my aul' lad's braces" I went down to Capel Street To the Jewish moneylenders But they wouldn't give me a couple of bob on My aul' wan's lad's suspenders. Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan "We've got no beef nor mutton But if we go down to Monto town Letras de cancionesWe'll get a drink for nuttin'" Here's a piece of sound advice Got from an aul' fishmonger: "When the food is scarce and you see the hearse Then you'll know you've died of hunger From Letras Mania