The poem describes Larry O'Toole, a man from Drumgoole known for wooing women with his one eye and enjoying drinking. He was skilled at fetching potatoes and mail. The narrator recalls sharing drinks with Larry many nights and says they should honor his soul now that he has passed, as he was one to get the drinks flowing. The poem praises Larry O'Toole's love of drinking and carousing.
The poem describes Larry O'Toole, a man from Drumgoole known for wooing women with his one eye and enjoying drinking. He was skilled at fetching potatoes and mail. The narrator recalls sharing drinks with Larry many nights and says they should honor his soul now that he has passed, as he was one to get the drinks flowing. The poem praises Larry O'Toole's love of drinking and carousing.
The poem describes Larry O'Toole, a man from Drumgoole known for wooing women with his one eye and enjoying drinking. He was skilled at fetching potatoes and mail. The narrator recalls sharing drinks with Larry many nights and says they should honor his soul now that he has passed, as he was one to get the drinks flowing. The poem praises Larry O'Toole's love of drinking and carousing.
He had but one eye, To ogle ye by— Oh, murther, but that was a jew'l! A fool He made of de girls, dis O'Toole.
'Twas he was the boy didn't fail,
That tuck down pataties and mail; He never would shrink From any sthrong dthrink, Was it whisky or Drogheda ale; I'm bail This Larry would swallow a pail.
Oh, many a night at the bowl,
With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl; He's gone to his rest, Where's there's dthrink of the best, And so let us give his old sowl A howl, For 'twas he made the noggin to rowl.
William Makepeace Thackeray
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------- You've all heard of Larry O'Toole, Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole; He had but one eye, To ogle ye by— Oh, murther, but that was a jew'l! A fool He made of de girls, dis O'Toole.
'Twas he was the boy didn't fail,
That tuck down pataties and mail; He never would shrink From any sthrong dthrink, Was it whisky or Drogheda ale; I'm bail This Larry would swallow a pail.
Oh, many a night at the bowl,
With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl; He's gone to his rest, Where's there's dthrink of the best, And so let us give his old sowl A howl, For 'twas he made the noggin to rowl.
William Makepeace Thackeray
You've all heard of Larry O'Toole, Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole; He had but one eye, To ogle ye by— Oh, murther, but that was a jew'l! A fool He made of de girls, dis O'Toole.
'Twas he was the boy didn't fail,
That tuck down pataties and mail; He never would shrink From any sthrong dthrink, Was it whisky or Drogheda ale; I'm bail This Larry would swallow a pail.
Oh, many a night at the bowl,
With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl; He's gone to his rest, Where's there's dthrink of the best, And so let us give his old sowl A howl, For 'twas he made the noggin to rowl.
William Makepeace Thackeray
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------- You've all heard of Larry O'Toole, Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole; He had but one eye, To ogle ye by— Oh, murther, but that was a jew'l! A fool He made of de girls, dis O'Toole.
'Twas he was the boy didn't fail,
That tuck down pataties and mail; He never would shrink From any sthrong dthrink, Was it whisky or Drogheda ale; I'm bail This Larry would swallow a pail.
Oh, many a night at the bowl,
With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl; He's gone to his rest, Where's there's dthrink of the best, And so let us give his old sowl A howl, For 'twas he made the noggin to rowl.