Says my old one to your old one "Will ye come to the Waxies' dargle?" Says your old one to my old one, "Sure, I haven't got a farthing. I've just been down to Monto town To see old Bill McArdle But he wouldn't give me half a crown For to go to the Waxies' dargle."
Chorus "What will ye have? Will ye have a pint?" "I'll have a pint with you, sir." And if one of us doesn't order soon We'll be thrown out of the boozer.
Says my old one to your old one "Will ye come to the Galway Races?" Says your old one to my old one, "With the price of my aul' lad's braces. I went down to Capel Street To the Jew-man moneylenders But they wouldn't give me a couple of bob on My old lad's red suspenders."
Says my old one to your old one "We have no beef nor mutton But if we go down to Monto town We might get a drink for nothing." Here's a nice piece of advice I got from an old fishmonger: "When food is scarce and you see the hearse You'll know you died of hunger.