Tsch! Will ye be after singin now?
A voice like that'd raise the dead.
It ain't the singin' . . . it's the creature . . .
Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"
