The first of my downfall I set out the door
I straight made my way for Carrick-on-Suir
Going out by Rathronan ′twas late in the night
Going out the West Gate for to view the gas light
I went to the Tulseill to see the big lamp
And who should I meet but a bloody big tramp
I kindly stepped over and to him I said
Will you kindly direct me to where I'll get a bed
′Twas then he directed me down to Cook's Lane
To where old Buck St John kept an old sleeping cage
Hung out door to door was a small piece of board
Hung out on two nails with a short piece of cord
Well I looked up and down 'til I found out the door
And a queerer old household sure I ne′er saw before
Then the missus came out and these words to me said
If you give me three coppers sure I′ll give you a bed
Well I then stood aside with my back to the wall
And the next thing I saw was an old cobbler's stall
And there was the cobbler and he mending his brogues
With his hammers and pinches all laid in a row
Then she brought me upstairs and she put out the light
And in less than five minutes I had to show fight
And less than five more when the stony was burst
The fleas came around me and brought me a curse
′Twas all 'round my body they formed a march
′Twas all 'round my body they played the death march
But the bloody old major gave me such a pick
That he nearly made away with the half of my hip
Now I′m going to my study these lines to pen down
And if any poor traveler should e'er come to town
If any poor traveler benighted like me
Beware of Buck St John and his black cavalry
Writer(s): Ciaran Bourke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
