Johnny Mceldoo by Tommy Makem
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 everthing we brought, cold or hot, mattered not
It went down him like a shot and he still stood the
test
He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scarred
We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the
bill
We told him to give o'er, but he swore he could lower
Twice as much again and more before he had his fill
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