McCarthy's Mare

A.W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER & PRINTER, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.

Mccarthy’s Mare

We started for the fair,
With spirits light and hearty,
Behind McCarthy’s mare;
Oh! it was a lively party!
You never saw the likes of it,
Believe me what I say!
Sure we had a roaring racket,
But the mare she ran away.

REFRAIN.
Off she wint! off she wint!
Be gob I was not worth a cint,
The sate was just as hard as flint,
Behind McCarthy’s mare,

McCarthy held the reins,
And Murphy held McCarthy,
But whiskey filled their brains,
And made them wild and hearty;
Maloney tumbled out behind,
And there we let him lay—
Sure I offered to assist him—
But the mare she ran away!

Me decent coat was tore,
Me hat was left behind me;
I rattled and I swore,
And I thought the dust would blind me.
In holes and ditches went the wheels;
Oh! murther what a day!
Sure myself was kilt entirely
With the mare that run away.

A.W. AUNER’S CARD AND JOB PRINTING ROOMS, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.