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| THERE was a row in Silver Street that’s near to Dublin Quay, | |
| Between an Irish regiment an’ English cavalree; | |
| It started at Revelly an’ it lasted on till dark: | |
| The first man dropped at Harrison’s, the last forninst the Park. | |
| For it was:—“Belts, belts, belts, an’ that’s one for you!” | 5 |
| An’ it was “Belts, belts, belts, an’ that’s done for you!” | |
| O buckle an’ tongue | |
| Was the song that we sung | |
| From Harrison’s down to the Park! | |
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| There was a row in Silver Street—the regiments was out, | 10 |
| They called us “Delhi Rebels,” an’ we answered “Threes about!” | |
| That drew them like a hornet’s nest—we met them good an’ large, | |
The English at the double an’ the Irish at the charge.
Then it was:—“Belts, &c.” | |
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| There was a row in Silver Street—an’ I was in it too; | |
| We passed the time o’ day, an’ then the belts went whirraru! | 15 |
| I misremember what occurred, but, subsequint the storm, | |
A Freeman’s Journal Supplemint was all my uniform.
O it was:—“Belts, &c.” | |
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| There was a row in Silver Street—they sent the Polis there, | |
| The English were too drunk to know, the Irish did n’t care; | |
| But when they grew impertinint we simultaneous rose, | 20 |
Till half o’ them was Liffey mud an’ half was tatthered clo’es.
For it was:—“Belts, &c.” | |
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| There was a row in Silver Street—it might ha’ raged till now, | |
| But some one drew his side-arm clear, an’ nobody knew how; | |
| ’T was Hogan took the point an’ dropped; we saw the red blood run: | |
An’ so we all was murderers that started out in fun.
While it was: “Belts, &c.” | 25 |
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| There was a row in Silver Street—but that put down the shine, | |
| Wid each man whisperin’ to his next:—“’T was never work o’ mine!” | |
| We went away like beaten dogs, an’ down the street we bore him, | |
The poor dumb corpse that couldn’t tell the bhoys were sorry for him.
When it was:—“Belts, &c.” | |
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| There was a row in Silver Street—it isn’t over yet, | 30 |
| For half of us are under guard wid punishments to get; | |
| ’T is all a merricle to me as in the Clink I lie: | |
| There was a row in Silver Street—begod, I wonder why! | |
| But it was:—“Belts, belts, belts, an’ that’s one for you!” | |
| An’ it was “Belts, belts, belts, an’ that’s done for you!” | 35 |
| O buckle an’ tongue | |
| Was the song that we sung | |
| From Harrison’s down to the Park! | |
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