The Night Before Larry Was Stretched

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The Night Before Larry Was Stretched is an execution ballad written in the Newgate cant.

Contents 1 Author 2 Text 3 Melody 4 Recordings 5 Writings 6 Lyrics 6.1 I 6.2 II 6.3 III 6.4 IV 6.5 V 6.6 VI 6.7 VII 7 References 8 External links

[edit] Author

The ballad is estimated to have been written around 1816. Will (Hurlfoot) Maher, a shoemaker from Waterford, wrote the song, though Dr. Robert Burrowes, the Dean of St. Finbar’s Cork, to whom it has been so often attributed, certainly did not.^[1]

In 'Ballads from the Pubs of Ireland', p. 29, James N. Healy attributes the song to a William Maher, (Hurlfoot Bill), but doesn't note when Maher lived.

However, the song is attributed to a 'Curren' in 'The Universal Songster', 1828, possibly being J. Philpot Curran or J. W. Curren.

[edit] Text

The Newgate cant in which the song was penned was a short-lived colloquial slang of 19th century Dublin. "This is only one of a group of execution songs written in Newgate Cant or slang style somewhere around 1780s, others being 'The Kilmainham Minuet', 'Luke Caffrey's Ghost' and 'Larry's Ghost' which, as promised in the seventh verse, comes in a sheet to sweet Molly."^[2]

A French translation of the song called ' La mort de Socrate' was written by Francis Sylvester Mahony, better known as “Father Prout” for Froser’s Magazine and is also collected in 'Musa Pedestris, Three Centuries of Canting Songs and Slang Rhymes [1536―1896]', collected and annotated by John S. Farmer.^[3]

[edit] Melody

The tune is not an Irish one, but stems from the first line of an English song "The Bowman Prigg's Farewell." The British Union-Catalogue of Early Music (BUCEM) lists four single sheet copies with music, all tentatively dated c 1740, and there is another copy in the Julian Marshal collection at Harvard. However, the tune "To the Hundreds of Drury I write" is in the ballad opera 'The Devil of a Duke', 1732, Air #4. 'Bowman Prig' is mentioned in song #22 of the ballad opera 'The Fashionable Lady', 1730, but this may not be a reference to the song. 'Bowman Prigg' is a cant term for a pick-purse.

The melody and first verse of "To the Hundreds of Drury I write" are in John Barry Talley's 'Secular Music in Colonial Annapolis', 1988. "The Night Before Larry Was Stretched" is just possibly a reworking of, or was at least inspired by, "To the hundreds of Drury".

[edit] Recordings

• The song was recorded by Frank Harte on the album Dublin Street Songs. As in this recording, the last line of each verse is often performed spoken for effect.

• The song provides the narrative basis for the film 'O'Donaghue's Opera'[1] which was filmed in 1965 with members of The Dubliners with 'The Night Before Larry was Stretched' performed by Johnny Moynihan.

• Elvis Costello recorded the song on 1996's 'Common Ground — Voices Of Modern Irish Music'.

• Recorded by The Wolfe Tones on 'Irish To The Core' (CD-S-52033).

[edit] Writings

The song is in 'The Festival of Anacreon'^[4], with tune direction "To the hundreds of Drury I write."

[edit] Lyrics

[edit] I

The night before Larry was stretched,
The boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
They sweated their duds^[5] till they riz it
For Larry was always the lad,
When a friend was condemn’d to the squeezer^[6],
He’d sweat all the togs^[7] that he had
Just to help the poor boy to a sneezer^[8]
- And moisten his gob ’fore he died.

[edit] II

The boys they came crowding in fast;
They drew their stools close round about him,
Six glims^[9] round his trap-case^[10] were placed
For he couldn’t be well waked without ’em,
When ax’d if he was fit to die,
Without having duly repented?
Says Larry, ‘That’s all in my eye,
And all by the clargy invented,
- To make a fat bit for themselves.

[edit] III

‘’I'm sorry dear Larry’, says I,
‘For to see you here in such trouble,
And your life’s cheerful noggin run dry,
And yourself going off like its bubble!’
‘Hauld your tongue in that matter,’ says he;
‘For the neckcloth I don’t care a button,
And by this time tomorrow you’ll see
Your Larry will be dead as mutton:
- And all 'cos his courage was good’

(Alternative third verse)
‘’Oh, I'm sorry dear Larry’, says I,
‘For to see you in this situation
And Blister me limbs if I lie
I'd as lief it had been me own station’
‘Ochone, It's all over,’ says he;
‘For the neckcloth I don’t care a button,
And by this time tomorrow you’ll see
Your Larry will be dead as mutton:
- And all 'cos his courage was good’

[edit] IV

Then the cards being called for, they play’d,
Till Larry found one of them cheated;
A dart^[11] at his napper^[12] he made
The lad being easily heated,
‘So ye chates me bekase I’m in grief!
O! is that, by the Hokey, the rason?
Soon I’ll give you to know you d—d thief!
That you’re cracking your jokes out of sason,
- And scuttle your nob with my fist’.

(Alternative fourth verse) Then the cards being called for, they play’d,
Till Larry found one of them cheated;
A dart^[13] at his napper^[14] he made
The lad being easily heated,
Ohoh!, be the hokey ya theif!
I'll scuttle yer knob wit me daddle
You chates me bekase I'm in grief
But soon I'll demolish yer noddle
- And lave ya yer claret^[15] to drink’.

[edit] V

Then the clergy came in with his book
He spoke him so smooth and so civil;
Larry tipp’d him a Kilmainham^[16] look,
And pitch’d his big wig to the divil.
Then raising a little his head,
To get a sweet drop of the bottle,
And pitiful sighing he said,
‘O! the hemp will be soon round my throttle^[17],
- And choke my poor windpipe to death!’

[edit] VI

So mournful these last words he spoke,
We all vented our tears in a shower;
For my part, I thought my heart broke
To see him cut down like a flower!
On his travels we watch’d him next day,
O, the throttler^[18] I thought I could kill him!
But Larry not one word did say,
Nor chang’d till he came to King William^[19];
- Then, musha, his colour turned white.

[edit] VII

When he came to the nubbing-cheat,
He was tack’d up so neat and so pretty;
The rambler^[20] jugg’d off from his feet,
And he died with his face to the city.
He kick’d too, but that was all pride,
For soon you might see ’twas all over;
And as soon as the noose was untied,
Then at darkey^[21] we waked him in clover,
- And sent him to take a ground-sweat^[22].

[edit] References

[edit] External links

• O'Donaghue's Opera - A film based around the song

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