Standard (EADGBE)
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 its a bitter pill,
But if you wont have me, yer sister will,
Ill cart me arse doon Surry Hills & call her out this evenin,
Instrumental
Verse 1
Go on, go well, yere 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 couldnt flog her at the yards,
Im a man o some renown Jack the Lad about the town,
Well share a plate of oysters, crack the neck o Billy Brown,
Sly grog & salty treats, Ill not grant yer wish,
Im promised to the toll collector boy upon the bridge.
Chorus
Like good whisky in bad wounds,
Like honey on a toothache, youll never be mine,
Tho we can dance, bJesus, well swing like the razors,
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine.
Verse 2
Why wait until yer dancin shoes are scuffed and in the bin?
Ill stitch my holey duds, scrape the whiskers from me chin,
Well get ye down yer scarlet gown, Ill steal you somethin blue,
Id waltz off Millers point before I walk the aisle with you!
Wedding March
Chorus
Like good whisky in bad wounds,
Like honey on a toothache, youll never be mine,
Tho we can dance, bJesus, well swing like the razors,
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine.
Verse 3
Oh Ill sing you six ribbons!
Aye when your three sheets!
Yer drunken, brawlin caterwaulin echoes through the streets,
Yknow Im not yet very old,
Sure its poison when its cold,
And a dear old southerly belters sure to blow!
Chorus
Like good whisky in bad wounds,
Like honey on a toothache, youll never be mine,
Tho we can dance, bJesus, well swing like the razors,
Of Kate Leigh & Tilly Devine.