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<h2> Belts </h2>
<p>There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,<br/>
Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree;<br/>
It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till dark:<br/>
The first man dropped at Harrison's, the last forninst the Park.<br/>
For it was:—“Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!”<br/>
An' it was “Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!”<br/>
O buckle an' tongue<br/>
Was the song that we sung<br/>
From Harrison's down to the Park!<br/>
<br/>
There was a row in Silver Street—the regiments was out,<br/>
They called us “Delhi Rebels”, an' we answered “Threes about!”<br/>
That drew them like a hornet's nest—we met them good an' large,<br/>
The English at the double an' the Irish at the charge.<br/>
Then it was:—“Belts...”<br/>
<br/>
There was a row in Silver Street—an' I was in it too;<br/>
We passed the time o' day, an' then the belts went whirraru!<br/>
I misremember what occurred, but subsequint the storm<br/>
A Freeman's Journal Supplemint was all my uniform.<br/>
O it was:—“Belts...<br/>
<br/>
There was a row in Silver Street—they sent the Polis there,<br/>
The English were too drunk to know, the Irish didn't care;<br/>
But when they grew impertinint we simultaneous rose,<br/>
Till half o' them was Liffey mud an' half was tatthered clo'es.<br/>
For it was:—“Belts...<br/>
<br/>
There was a row in Silver Street—it might ha' raged till now,<br/>
But some one drew his side-arm clear, an' nobody knew how;<br/>
'Twas Hogan took the point an' dropped; we saw the red blood run:<br/>
An' so we all was murderers that started out in fun.<br/>
While it was:—“Belts...<br/>
<br/>
There was a row in Silver Street—but that put down the shine,<br/>
Wid each man whisperin' to his next: “'Twas never work o' mine!”<br/>
We went away like beaten dogs, an' down the street we bore him,<br/>
The poor dumb corpse that couldn't tell the bhoys were sorry for him.<br/>
When it was:—“Belts...<br/>
<br/>
There was a row in Silver Street—it isn't over yet,<br/>
For half of us are under guard wid punishments to get;<br/>
'Tis all a merricle to me as in the Clink I lie:<br/>
There was a row in Silver Street—begod, I wonder why!<br/>
But it was:—“Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!”<br/>
An' it was “Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!”<br/>
O buckle an' tongue<br/>
Was the song that we sung<br/>
From Harrison's down to the Park!<br/></p>
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