You've all heard of Larry O'Toole, <br />Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole; <br />He had but one eye, <br />To ogle ye by— <br />Oh, murther, but that was a jew'l! <br />A fool <br />He made of de girls, dis O'Toole. <br /> <br />'Twas he was the boy didn't fail, <br />That tuck down pataties and mail; <br />He never would shrink <br />From any sthrong dthrink, <br />Was it whisky or Drogheda ale; <br />I'm bail <br />This Larry would swallow a pail. <br /> <br />Oh, many a night at the bowl, <br />With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl; <br />He's gone to his rest, <br />Where's there's dthrink of the best, <br />And so let us give his old sowl <br />A howl, <br />For 'twas he made the noggin to rowl.<br /><br />William Makepeace Thackeray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/larry-o-toole/
