Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Johhny McEldoo, artist - Tommy Makem.
Date of issue: 17.09.2009
Song language: English
Johhny McEldoo |
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me |
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day |
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew |
And the beer and whiskey flew and we all felt gay |
We visited McCann’s, Maclaman’s, Humpty Dan’s |
We then went into Swan’s, our stomachs for to pack |
We ordered out a feed, which indeed, we did need |
And we finished it with speed, but we still felt slack |
Johnny McEldoo turned red white and blue |
As a plate of irish stew he soon put out of sight |
He shouted out «Encore!» |
with a roar for some more |
That he’d never felt before such a keen appetite |
We ordered eggs and ham, bread and jam, what a cram |
But him, we couldn’t ram, though we tried our level best |
For everything we brought, cold or hot, mattered not |
It went down him like a shot but he still stood the test |
He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scared |
We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the bill |
Told him to give o’er, but he swore he could lower |
Twice as much again and more before he had his fill |
He nearly supped a trough full of broth. |
Says McGrath |
«He'll devour the tablecloth if you don’t hold him in» |
When the waiter brought the charge, McEldoo felt so large |
He began to scowl and barge and his blood went on fire |
He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair |
And to finish the affair, called the shop man a liar |
The shop man, he threw out and no doubt, he did clout |
McEldoo he kicked about like an old football |
Tattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I suppose |
He’d have killed him with a few blows in no time at all |
McEldoo began to howl and to growl, by my soul |
Threw an empty bowl at the shop keeper’s head |
Struck poor Mickey Flynn, peeled the skin from his chin |
An a ruction did begin and we all fought and bled |
The peelers did arrive, man alive, four or five |
At us they made a drive for us all to march away |
We paid for all the meat that we ate, stood a trait |
And went home to ruminate on the spree that day |