The Dubliners - The Twang Man lyrics

Come listen to my story
It's about a nice young man
When the militia wasn't a wantin'
He dealt in hawkin' twang
He loved a lovely maiden as fair as any midge
And she kept a traycle depot one
Side of the Carlisle bridge
Well, another one came a courtin' her
And his name was Mickey Baggs
He was a commercial traveller and he
Dealt in bones and rags
Well, he took her out to Sandymount
For to see the waters roll
And 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 content
Of his twang cart, on him he'd have revenge
So he stood in wait near James' gate
Till the poor old Baggs came up
And with his twang knife
Sure he took the life of the
Poor old gather `em up
And it's now ye have heard me story
And I hope ye'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 old sack of rags
And that's the end of the story
Of poor old Mickey the Baggs