The Tail iv Me Coat.I larned me reading an’ writing,At Ballyragget where I wint to school,’Twas there I first took to fighting,With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole;He and I there had many a scrimmage,The divil a copy I wrote,But not a gossoon in the village,Dare thread on the tail iv me coat.I an illigant hand was at courting,For lessons I took in the art,Till Cupid, that blaggard, while sporting,A big arrow sint smack through me heart;Miss O’Connor, I lived straight fornnist her,And tindher lines to her I wrote,Who dare say a black word against her,Why I’d thread on the tail iv his coat.A bog-trotter wan, Mickey Mulvany,He tried for to coax her away;He had money an’ I hadn’t any,So a challenge I sint him wan day;Next morning we met at Killhealy,The Shannon we cross’d in a boat,There I lather’d him with me shillely,For he trod on the tail iv me coat.Me fame spread through the nation,Folks flock for to gaze upon me,All cry out without hesitation,“Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magee!”I fought with the Finegan faction,We bate all the Murphies afloat,If inclined for a row or a ruction,Why, I’d tread on the tail of their coat.
I larned me reading an’ writing,At Ballyragget where I wint to school,’Twas there I first took to fighting,With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole;He and I there had many a scrimmage,The divil a copy I wrote,But not a gossoon in the village,Dare thread on the tail iv me coat.I an illigant hand was at courting,For lessons I took in the art,Till Cupid, that blaggard, while sporting,A big arrow sint smack through me heart;Miss O’Connor, I lived straight fornnist her,And tindher lines to her I wrote,Who dare say a black word against her,Why I’d thread on the tail iv his coat.A bog-trotter wan, Mickey Mulvany,He tried for to coax her away;He had money an’ I hadn’t any,So a challenge I sint him wan day;Next morning we met at Killhealy,The Shannon we cross’d in a boat,There I lather’d him with me shillely,For he trod on the tail iv me coat.Me fame spread through the nation,Folks flock for to gaze upon me,All cry out without hesitation,“Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magee!”I fought with the Finegan faction,We bate all the Murphies afloat,If inclined for a row or a ruction,Why, I’d tread on the tail of their coat.
I larned me reading an’ writing,At Ballyragget where I wint to school,’Twas there I first took to fighting,With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole;He and I there had many a scrimmage,The divil a copy I wrote,But not a gossoon in the village,Dare thread on the tail iv me coat.I an illigant hand was at courting,For lessons I took in the art,Till Cupid, that blaggard, while sporting,A big arrow sint smack through me heart;Miss O’Connor, I lived straight fornnist her,And tindher lines to her I wrote,Who dare say a black word against her,Why I’d thread on the tail iv his coat.A bog-trotter wan, Mickey Mulvany,He tried for to coax her away;He had money an’ I hadn’t any,So a challenge I sint him wan day;Next morning we met at Killhealy,The Shannon we cross’d in a boat,There I lather’d him with me shillely,For he trod on the tail iv me coat.Me fame spread through the nation,Folks flock for to gaze upon me,All cry out without hesitation,“Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magee!”I fought with the Finegan faction,We bate all the Murphies afloat,If inclined for a row or a ruction,Why, I’d tread on the tail of their coat.
I larned me reading an’ writing,At Ballyragget where I wint to school,’Twas there I first took to fighting,With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole;He and I there had many a scrimmage,The divil a copy I wrote,But not a gossoon in the village,Dare thread on the tail iv me coat.
I larned me reading an’ writing,
At Ballyragget where I wint to school,
’Twas there I first took to fighting,
With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole;
He and I there had many a scrimmage,
The divil a copy I wrote,
But not a gossoon in the village,
Dare thread on the tail iv me coat.
I an illigant hand was at courting,For lessons I took in the art,Till Cupid, that blaggard, while sporting,A big arrow sint smack through me heart;Miss O’Connor, I lived straight fornnist her,And tindher lines to her I wrote,Who dare say a black word against her,Why I’d thread on the tail iv his coat.
I an illigant hand was at courting,
For lessons I took in the art,
Till Cupid, that blaggard, while sporting,
A big arrow sint smack through me heart;
Miss O’Connor, I lived straight fornnist her,
And tindher lines to her I wrote,
Who dare say a black word against her,
Why I’d thread on the tail iv his coat.
A bog-trotter wan, Mickey Mulvany,He tried for to coax her away;He had money an’ I hadn’t any,So a challenge I sint him wan day;Next morning we met at Killhealy,The Shannon we cross’d in a boat,There I lather’d him with me shillely,For he trod on the tail iv me coat.
A bog-trotter wan, Mickey Mulvany,
He tried for to coax her away;
He had money an’ I hadn’t any,
So a challenge I sint him wan day;
Next morning we met at Killhealy,
The Shannon we cross’d in a boat,
There I lather’d him with me shillely,
For he trod on the tail iv me coat.
Me fame spread through the nation,Folks flock for to gaze upon me,All cry out without hesitation,“Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magee!”I fought with the Finegan faction,We bate all the Murphies afloat,If inclined for a row or a ruction,Why, I’d tread on the tail of their coat.
Me fame spread through the nation,
Folks flock for to gaze upon me,
All cry out without hesitation,
“Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magee!”
I fought with the Finegan faction,
We bate all the Murphies afloat,
If inclined for a row or a ruction,
Why, I’d tread on the tail of their coat.