There was a row in Silver Street that’s near to Dublin Quay, |
Between an Irish regiment an’ English cavalree; |
It started at Revelly an’ it lasted on till dark: |
The first man dropped at Harrison’s, the last forninst the Park. |
For it was: - «Belts, belts, betlts, an’ |
that’s one for you!» |
An’ it was «Belts, belts, belts, an’ |
that’s done for you!» |
О buckle an’ tongue |
Was the song that we sung |
From Harrison’s down to the Park! |
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There was a row in Silver Street - the regiments was out, |
They called us «Delhi Rebels,» an’ we answered «Threes about!» |
That drew them like a hornets’ nest - we met them good an’ large, |
The English at the double an’ the Irish at the charge. |
Then it was: - «Belts, &c.» |
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There was a row in Silver Street - an’ I was in it too; |
We passed the time o’ day, an’ then the belts went whirraru! |
I misremember what occurred, but, subsequent the storm, |
A Freeman's Journal Supplemint was all my uniform. |
О it was: - «Belts, &c.» |
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The English were too drunk to know, the Irish didn’t care; |
But when they grew impertinent we simultaneous rose, |
Till half o’ them was Liffey mud an’ half was tatthered clo’es. |
For it was: - «Belts, &c.» |
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There was a row in Silver Street - it might ha’ raged till now, |
But some one drew his side-arm clear, an’ nobody knew how; |
’Twas Hogan took the point an’ dropped; we saw the red blood run: |
An’ so we all was murderers that started out in fun. |
While it was: «Belts, &c.» |
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There was a row in Silver Street - but that put down the shine, |
Wid each man whisperin’ to his next: - «Twas never work o’ mine!» |
We went away like beaten dogs, an’ down the street we bore him, |
The poor dumb corpse that couldn’t tell the bhoys were sorry for him. |
When it was: - «Belts, &c.» |
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Thee was a row in Silver Street - it isn’t over yet, |
For half of us are under guard wid punishments to get; |
’Tis all a merricle to me as in the Clink I lie: |
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But it was: - «Belts, belts, belts, an’ |
that’s one for you!» |
An’ it was «Belts, belts, belts, an’ |
’s done for you!» |
’ buckle an’ tongue |
Was the song that we sung |
From Harrison’s down to the Park! |