Lather and Shave.

Lather and Shave.It was in this city, not far from this spot,Where a barber he opened a snug little shop;He was silent and sad, but his smile was so sweet,That he pulled every body right out of the street.With his lather and shave ’em, lather and shave ’em,Lather and shave ’em, frizzle ’em bum.One horrid bad custom he thought he would stop,That no one for credit should come to his shop;So he got him a razor full of notches and rust,To shave the poor devils who come there for trust.With his lather and shave, &c.One day a poor Irishman passed by that way,Whose beard had been growing for many a day;He looked at the barber, and he put down his hod,“Will you trust me a shave for the pure love o’ God?”With your lather and shave, &c.“Walk in,” says the barber, “sit down in that chair,I’ll soon mow your beard off right down to a hair.”So his lather he spread over Paddy’s big chin,And with his “trust” razor to shave did begin.With his lather and shave, &c.“Och, murder!” says Paddy, “now what are you doin’?Leave off wid yer tricks, or my jaws you will ruin,Faith, now how would you like to be shaved wid a saw?Be the powers, you’ll pull every tooth out o’ me jaw.”With your lather and shave, &c.“Sit still,” says the barber, “and don’t make a din,With your moving your jaws, I’ll be cutting your chin.”“Not cut but sawed, och, that razor you’ve got,Sure it wouldn’t cut butter, if it wasn’t made hot.With your lather and shave, &c.“Now lave off yer tricks, and don’t shave any more,”And Paddy he bolted straight out of the door,Crying, “Ye may lather and shave all yer friends till yer sick,But, be jabers, I’d rather be shaved wid a brick.”With your lather and shave, &c.Not long after that Pat was passing the door,When a jackass he set up a terrible roar;“Och murther,” says Paddy, “jist list to yon knave,He’s given some poor divil a ’love o’ God shave.’”With his lather and shave, &c.

It was in this city, not far from this spot,Where a barber he opened a snug little shop;He was silent and sad, but his smile was so sweet,That he pulled every body right out of the street.With his lather and shave ’em, lather and shave ’em,Lather and shave ’em, frizzle ’em bum.

It was in this city, not far from this spot,

Where a barber he opened a snug little shop;

He was silent and sad, but his smile was so sweet,

That he pulled every body right out of the street.

With his lather and shave ’em, lather and shave ’em,

Lather and shave ’em, frizzle ’em bum.

One horrid bad custom he thought he would stop,That no one for credit should come to his shop;So he got him a razor full of notches and rust,To shave the poor devils who come there for trust.With his lather and shave, &c.

One horrid bad custom he thought he would stop,

That no one for credit should come to his shop;

So he got him a razor full of notches and rust,

To shave the poor devils who come there for trust.

With his lather and shave, &c.

One day a poor Irishman passed by that way,Whose beard had been growing for many a day;He looked at the barber, and he put down his hod,“Will you trust me a shave for the pure love o’ God?”With your lather and shave, &c.

One day a poor Irishman passed by that way,

Whose beard had been growing for many a day;

He looked at the barber, and he put down his hod,

“Will you trust me a shave for the pure love o’ God?”

With your lather and shave, &c.

“Walk in,” says the barber, “sit down in that chair,I’ll soon mow your beard off right down to a hair.”So his lather he spread over Paddy’s big chin,And with his “trust” razor to shave did begin.With his lather and shave, &c.

“Walk in,” says the barber, “sit down in that chair,

I’ll soon mow your beard off right down to a hair.”

So his lather he spread over Paddy’s big chin,

And with his “trust” razor to shave did begin.

With his lather and shave, &c.

“Och, murder!” says Paddy, “now what are you doin’?Leave off wid yer tricks, or my jaws you will ruin,Faith, now how would you like to be shaved wid a saw?Be the powers, you’ll pull every tooth out o’ me jaw.”With your lather and shave, &c.

“Och, murder!” says Paddy, “now what are you doin’?

Leave off wid yer tricks, or my jaws you will ruin,

Faith, now how would you like to be shaved wid a saw?

Be the powers, you’ll pull every tooth out o’ me jaw.”

With your lather and shave, &c.

“Sit still,” says the barber, “and don’t make a din,With your moving your jaws, I’ll be cutting your chin.”“Not cut but sawed, och, that razor you’ve got,Sure it wouldn’t cut butter, if it wasn’t made hot.With your lather and shave, &c.

“Sit still,” says the barber, “and don’t make a din,

With your moving your jaws, I’ll be cutting your chin.”

“Not cut but sawed, och, that razor you’ve got,

Sure it wouldn’t cut butter, if it wasn’t made hot.

With your lather and shave, &c.

“Now lave off yer tricks, and don’t shave any more,”And Paddy he bolted straight out of the door,Crying, “Ye may lather and shave all yer friends till yer sick,But, be jabers, I’d rather be shaved wid a brick.”With your lather and shave, &c.

“Now lave off yer tricks, and don’t shave any more,”

And Paddy he bolted straight out of the door,

Crying, “Ye may lather and shave all yer friends till yer sick,

But, be jabers, I’d rather be shaved wid a brick.”

With your lather and shave, &c.

Not long after that Pat was passing the door,When a jackass he set up a terrible roar;“Och murther,” says Paddy, “jist list to yon knave,He’s given some poor divil a ’love o’ God shave.’”With his lather and shave, &c.

Not long after that Pat was passing the door,

When a jackass he set up a terrible roar;

“Och murther,” says Paddy, “jist list to yon knave,

He’s given some poor divil a ’love o’ God shave.’”

With his lather and shave, &c.

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