oh kiss me maggie take me home for i sure dinnae feel like dyin alone gawn geez a shot chuck a doggie a bone or a penny for me rattlin can as sure as christ it s a bitter pill but if you won t have me yer sister will i ll cart me arse doon surry hills call her out this evenin go on go well ye re no catch o mine yer clothes in rags ye reek o fags old green ginger wine my sisters aye a leezie into the drinkin dogs cards my poor departed father couldn t flog her at the yards i m a man o some renown jack the lad about the town we ll share a plate of oysters crack the neck o billy brown sly grog salty treats i ll not grant yer wish i m promised to the toll collector boy upon the bridge like good whisky in bad wounds like honey on a toothache you ll never be mine tho we can dance b jesus we ll swing like the razors of kate leigh tilly devine why wait until yer dancin shoes are scuffed and in the bin i ll stitch my holey duds scrape the whiskers from me chin we ll get ye down yer scarlet gown i ll steal you somethin blue i d waltz off millers point before i walk the aisle with you like good whisky in bad wounds like honey on a toothache you ll never be mine tho we can dance b jesus we ll swing like the razors of kate leigh tilly devine oh i ll sing you six ribbons aye when your three sheets yer drunken brawlin caterwaulin echoes through the streets y know i m not yet very old sure it s poison when its cold and a dear old southerly belters sure to blow  like good whisky in bad wounds like honey on a toothache you ll never be mine tho we can dance b jesus we ll swing like the razors of kate leigh tilly devine like good whisky in bad wounds like honey on a toothache you ll never be mine tho we can dance b jesus we ll swing like the razors of kate leigh tilly devine tho we can dance b jesus we ll swing like the razors of kate leigh tilly devine of kate leigh tilly devine of kate leigh tilly devine