The Twang Man

Come listen to my story

'Tis about a nice young man

When the Militia wasn't wantin'

He dealt in hawkin' twang

He loved a lovely maiden

As fair as any midge

An' she kept a traycle depot

Wan side of the Carlisle bridge

Another man came a courtin' her

And his name was Mickey Baggs

He was a commercial traveller

An' he dealt in bones and rags

Well he took her out to Sandymount

For to see the waters rowl

An' he stole the heart of the Twangman's girl

Playin' "Billy-in-the-bowl"

Oh, when the twang man heard of this

He flew into a terrible rage

And he swore be the contents of his twang cart

On him he'd have revenge

So he stood in wait near James's Gate

Till the poor old Baggs came up

With his twang knife, sure he took his life

Of the poor ould gather 'em up

And it's now yis have heard my story

And I hope yis'll be good men

And not go chasing the Twangman's mot

Or any other oul hen

For she'll leave you without a brass farthing

Not even your oul sack of rags

And that's the end of the story

Of poor old Mickey Baggs