Come listen to my story
Tis about a nice young man
When the Militia wasn`t wantin`
He dealt in hawkin` twang
He loved a lovely maiden
As fair as any midge
An` she kept a traycle depot
Wan side of the Carlisle bridge
Another man came a courtin` her
And his name was Mickey Baggs
He was a commercial traveller
An` he dealt in bones and rags
Well he took her out to Sandymount
For to see the waters rowl
An` 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 contents of his twang cart
On him he`d have revenge
So he stood in wait near James`s Gate
Till the poor old Baggs came up
With his twang knife sure he took his life
Of the poor ould gather `em up
And it`s now yis have heard my story
And I hope yis`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 oul sack of rags
And that`s the end of the story
Of poor old Mickey Baggs