THE TWANG MAN

Tis about a nice young man
When the Mileetia wasnt wanting
He dealt in hawking twang
He loved a lovely maiden
As fair a s any midge
And she kep a traycle depot
Wan side of Carlisle Bridge

Another wan came a coortin' her,
His name was Mickey Bags,
He was a commercial traveller,
An' he dealt in bones and rags.
Well he took her out to Sandymount
For to see the waters rowl,
An' he stole the heart of the Twangman's girl
Play in' Billy-in-the-Bowll

Oh when the twangman heard of that
He flew into a terrible rage,
An' he swore be the contents of his twang cart
On him he'd have revenge,
So he stood in wait near James's gate,
Till the poor old Bags came up
With his twang knife, sure he tuk the lief
Of the poor ould gather' em-upl