You've all heard of Larry O'Toole,
Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole;
  He had but one eye,
  To ogle ye by--
Oh, murther, but that was a jew'l!
  A fool
He made of de girls, dis O'Toole.

'Twas he was the boy didn't fail,
That tuck down pataties and mail;
  He never would shrink
  From any sthrong dthrink,
Was it whisky or Drogheda ale;
  I'm bail
This Larry would swallow a pail.

Oh, many a night at the bowl,
With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl;
  He's gone to his rest,
  Where's there's dthrink of the best,
And so let us give his old sowl
  A howl,
For 'twas he made the noggin to rowl.