Hot Asphlat

Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you wellIf you'll gather all around me, now, the story I will tellFor I've got a situation and begorrah and begobI can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native homeAfter helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest downBut now I wear the gansey and around me waist a beltI'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphaltWell, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flatAnd if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hatWell, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never feltAny surface that was equal to the hot asphaltThe other night a copper comes and he says to me, McGuireWould you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till lateAnd says I, me decent man, you'd better go and find your baitHe ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer pranksDon't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a beltThat I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphaltWell, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flatAnd if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hatWell, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never feltAny surface that was equal to the hot asphaltWe quickly dragged him out again and we threw him in the tubAnd with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrubBut devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stoneAnd with every other rub, sure you could hear the copper groanI'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old NickAnd burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pickNow, says I, it would be easier to boil him till he meltsAnd to stir him nice and easy in the hot asphaltWell, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flatAnd if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hatWell, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never feltAny surface that was equal to the hot asphaltYou may talk about yer sailor lads, ballad singers and the restYour shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies bestThe only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to meltAre the lads around the boiler making hot asphaltWith rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me death of coldFor scientific purposes, me body it was soldIn the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me peltAs a monument to the Irish, making hot asphaltWell, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flatAnd if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hatWell, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never feltAny surface that was equal to the hot asphalt