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No. 25 - Song - Mickey and Chorus - "Don't whistle so loud."
| Mickey: | There's times when the world is a beautiful place, Wid niver and ache nor a trouble, I've swagger'd along wid a smile on my face And me two cheeks as round as a bubble. But just when I'm dress'd in me Sunday clothes There's something comes or there's something goes An' clane out o' joint goes me noble nose, An' I feel that me years is double. And that is the minute the divil appears, And whispers his divilment into me ears. Don't whistle so loud, Get away from the crowd, Ye've nothin' to boast about, Mickey O'Dowd, Mickey O'Dowd. |
| Chorus: | Don't whistle so loud, Get away from the crowd, Ye've nothin' to boast about, Mickey O'Dowd, Bould Mickey O'Dowd. |
| Mickey: | When my aunt Biddy Sheridan died, rest her sowl, And forgive her whatever her sin is, She left me a pig and a dozen of fowl And twenty-eight bright golden guineas. I bought a horse and a couple of suits, Saddle and bridle an' breeches and boots, I thought the neighbours no better nor brutes, Walking round on their feet like ninnies An' that was the minute me horse had a fall, And the neighbours they jeer'd at me seeing it all. Don't whistle so loud, You needn't be so proud, You're down in the mud again, Mickey O'Dowd, Mickey O'Dowd. |
| Chorus: | Don't whistle so loud, You needn't be so proud, You're down in the mud again, Mickey O'Dowd, Mickey O'Dowd. |
| Mickey: | I married a wife in the days of my youth When I'd leisure and money to court her; She brought me two sones, but to tell you the truth, I had fully intended a daughter; For I'd thought it out an' expected quite To rare her tinder an' trate her right, An' marry her off to a barrow knight, Or an Earl if the like had sought her. But pride and consate are the deadliest sins, An' I said to myself when I heard it was twins, That can't be allow'd, You are gettin' far too proud, So just make the best of it, Mickey O'Dowd, Mickey O'Dowd. |
| Chorus: | That can't be allow'd, You are gettin' far too proud, So just make the best of it, Mickey O'Dowd, Mickey O'Dowd. |
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