[Verse]
Oh, the night before Larry was stretched
Well, the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till they riz it
For Larry was always the lad
When a boy was condemned to the squeezer
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died

Well, the boys they came crowding in fast
And they threw all their stools 'round about him
Six glims round his trap-case was placed
For he couldn't be well-waked without them
When one of them asked, could he die
Without having duly repented
Said Larry, "That's all in me eye
And first by the clergy invented
For to get a fat bit for themselves

Oh, and I'll be cut up like a pie
And my nob from my body be parted
You're in the wrong box, then, says I
For blast me if they're so hard-hearted
A chalk on the back of your neck
Is all that Jack Catch dares to give you
Then mind not such trifle's a feck
Oh why should the likes of them grieve you
And now boys, come tip us the deck
Well, the cards being called for they played
Until Larry found one of them cheated
A dart for his napper he made
For the boy he'd been easily heated
Oh, be the hokey! You thief
I'll scuttle your nob with me daddle
You cheat me because I'm in grief
Ah, but soon I'll demolish your noddle
And leave you your claret to drink

Then the clergy came in with his book
And he spoke him so smooth and so civil
Larry tipped him a Kilmainham wink
And he pitched his big wig to the devil
Then sighing, he threw back his head
For to get a sweet drop of the bottle
And pitiful sighing, he said
Oh, the hemp 'twill be soon 'round me throttle
And choke me poor windpipe to death

Oh, then sure it's the best way to die
Oh, the devil a better a-living
For now when the gallows is high
Then our journey is shorter to heaven
But what harasses Larry the most
And makes his soul poor melancholy
Is he thinks of the time when his ghost
It will come in a sheet to Sweet Molly
Oh sure, it'll kill her alive
So moving, these last words he spoke
We all vented our tears in a shower
For me own part I thought me heart broke
For to see him cut down like a flower
On his travels we watched him next day
The throttler I thought I could kill him
But Larry not one word did say
Nor change till he come to King William
Then musha, his color grew white

When he came to the old nubbing chit
He was tucked up so neat and so pretty
The rumbler jogged off from his feet
And he died with his face to the city
He kicked too, but that was all pride
For soon you might see 'twas all over
Soon after the noose was untied
In darkness we waked him in clover
And sent him to take his ground sweat

Oh, the night before Larry was stretched
Well, the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till they riz it
For Larry was always a lad
When a boy was condemned to the squeezer
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer
[Outro]
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died
And warm his ol' gob 'fore he died