An Irish wager comic songs

              Pat Clancy and Mike Hogan they were having an argument,
An only wan-o-thim could lose, which ever way it went;
They were sthandin by the ladthers that wint ten sthories hich,
What if ye'd lave yez hod of bricks dhrop on the passers by;
Now Clancy was a little man, but he lept on Hogans nick,
I'd ate you, yelled out Clancy, if you show me disrespict,
Although I'm a little man, I ate no sponge cake or no pie,
I could take you up the ladther if 'twas twinty sthories high.

So Clancy bet a kettle of beer, that he could do the job,
Hogan says I'll take the bet, his pipe stuck in his gob,
Then Clancy gave a sthrap a pull, that ran around his waist,
Saying he didn't give a d—n, for ayther man or beast,
Says he do you get in the hod, an I'll take you to the top,
Oh murther cries out Hogan, you'll be sure to let me dhrop,
Be heavens! I'll not says Clancy, for I'll make you fill the can,
I'll bet you wont says Hogan, I'm a very heavy man.

So Hogan he got in the hod Clancy put his shoulder to it,
Up her staggered wid his load, his friends said he would do it,
When he wint two sthories high, he began to puff and blow,
And Hogan yelled, I'm sure to win, down to his friends below,
But higher up bould Clancy, wint up two, three, sthories more,
Whin his fut slipped and perspiration come from ev'ry pore,
Hogan yelled again, I have him You’ll see he shall fill the can,
But Clancy took him to the top, and doomped the great big man.

Says Hogan I’m bewildhered, you’re a right smart bit of aman,
And I'll pay for all the beer you can hold in your can,
An wan toime says, bould Clancy, I was trimbling in the knee,
But your heart was stout says Hogan, without any flatter-ee,
I told you I could do it, An I mean just what I say,
I'll be your friend says Hogan until your dying day,
But now that it is all over, I will let you in the ropes,
Begorra I thought I had you, Whin you're fut slipped, I had hopes.