The GOLDEN TREASURY of IRISH SONGS and LYRICS CHARLES JAMES LEVER LARRY M'HALE H, Larry M'Hale he had little to fear, OH And never could want when the crops didn't fail; He'd a house and demesne and eight hundred a year, And a heart for to spend it, had Larry M'Hale! The soul of a party, the life of a feast, And an illigant song he could sing, I'll be bail; He would ride with the rector, and drink with the priest, Oh! the broth of a boy was old Larry M'Hale. It's little he cared for the Judge or Recorder; VIMU His ancestors were kings before Moses was born, He sat down every day to a beautiful dinner, With cousins and uncles enough for a tail; And, though loaded with debt, oh! the devil a thinner Could law or the sheriff make Larry M'Hale. With a larder supplied and a cellar well stored, And the Lord He is good to old Larry M'Hale." D' THE WIDOW MALONE ID ye hear of the widow Malone, Who lived in the town of Athlone, Oh! she melted the hearts |