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Come, all you jolly sailors bold, that lives both near and far;
I’ll sing you a short ditty concerning Larry Maher:
He keeps a slop-up boarding house, and sells rot-gut to tars,
And the scourge of New-York City is his big five-gallon jar.
So, if you want chain-lightning, step into Larry Maher’s,
And he’ll serve you with abundance from his big five-gallon jar.

When first I came to New York, I came here on a spree,
And hearing tell of Larry’s place, I went the sights to see:
Some drunken shells in the corner, more swilling at the bar,
And Larry was supplying them from his big five-gallon jar.

Now one glass of Larry’s beverage will make your heart to ache,
And when you get keeled over your cash he’ll surely take;
But when you wake next morning, you’ll be far outside the bar,
Removed away to Liverpool by gallus Larry Maher.

You may talk about Jamaica rum, and Monongahela too,
Or all the poteen whiskey made from Cork to Killaloo:
For, it’s a mere cypher, and far below the par;
For, it can’t come up to Larry and his big-five-gallon jar.

Now this jar is inexhaustible; for, when it is all done,
Larry can replenish it, in the snapping of a gun;
Some camphene and laudanum, alumwater and coal-tar,
Composes this good beverage of, gallus, Larry Maher!

I took one glass of Larry’s stuff, and my heart was up for fight,
When an M.P. took a run at me and knocked me higher than a kite;
He slipped the darbies on me, and the Tombs not being far:
I bid farewell to Larry and his big five-gallon jar.

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