THE MAN FOR GALWAY.
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To drink a toast A proctor roast, Or bailiff, as the case is; To kiss your wife, Or take your life At ten or fifteen paces; To keep game-cocks, to hunt the fox, To drink in punch the Solway— With debts galore, but fun far more— Oh, that’s “the man for Galway!” The King of Oude Is mighty proud, And so were onst the Caysars; But ould Giles Eyre Would make them stare With a company of the Blazers. To the devil I fling ould Runjeet Sing, He’s only a prince in a small way, And knows nothing at all of a six-foot wall— Oh, he’d never “do for Galway.” Ye think the Blakes Are no great shakes— They’re all his blood relations; And the Bodkins sneeze At the grim Chinese, For they come from the Phenaycians; So fill to the brim, and here’s to him Who’d drink in punch the Solway; With debts galore, but fun far more— Oh, that’s “the man for Galway!” Charles Lever.