Whin first I kem to Dublin town 'Twas in eighteen eighty three, I wint
direct, wid me head erect, For to join the D.M.P. Me majestic feet woke Kevin Street, As I walked up proud an' free; For
well I knew they could not do Wid out me, MORIARITY! I'm a well known bobby
of the stalwart squad, I belong to the D.M.P. And the girls all cry as I pass by: Are you there, MORIARITY?
On,
on, I wint widout accidint, Till the station came in view, Then meself I saw as a limb of the law, Dressed out like
a big Boy Blue. As thro' the gate of me future fate I sthrode on manfully, All the polis creid when they seen me
sthride, "An' is this MORIARITY?" I'm a well known bobby of the stalwart
squad, I belong to the D.M.P. And the girls all cry as I pass by: Are you there, MORIARITY?
Wid no delay,
I drew me pay And began for to study too, A polisman I soon beame, Prepared for me job to do. Theives, far and
near, I filled with fear, Gaol-birds avoided me; Malefactors trembled when they heard, "Here's MORIARITY!" I'm a well known bobby of the stalwart squad, I belong to the D.M.P. And the girls all
cry as I pass by: Are you there, MORIARITY?
Whin to coort I went, on business bent, The Jedge on his binch
looked grim; But after awhile I's see him smile, If I happened to glance at him. Thin I'd hear him say in a solemn
way: "Now, and who could that man be?" "My Lord," said the clerk, "he's a man of mark, Name of MO-RI-AR-I-TY." I'm a well known bobby of the stalwart squad, I belong to the D.M.P. And the girls all
cry as I pass by: Are you there, MORIARITY?
The Latin I knew in a week or two, And I gave them soon a shock Whin
I hurled a junk av a "quid pro nunc." With a "post" and a "propter hoc." A "habeas corpus" or "aqua fortis," Was
all the same to me! Whin I'd take the floor the crier would roar: "Wisha! Here's MO-RI-AR-I-TY!" I'm a well known bobby of the stalwart squad, I belong to the D.M.P. And the girls all
cry as I pass by: Are you there, MORIARITY?
The ladies too, I very soon knew, Wor smitten, wan and all; For
beneath me spell, they quickly fell, And I held them in me thrall. Wid me handsome face, wid me charm and grace, They
thought and they dreamt of me; And whin I'd pass by I could hear them sigh: "Oh, I love MO-RI-AR-I-TY!" I'm a well known bobby of the stalwart squad, I belong to the D.M.P. And the girls all
cry as I pass by: Are you there, MORIARITY?
Whin me work is done and me coorse is run, And I've walked on
me last long beat, And to Heaven's shore I'll quickly soar, Saint Peter there to meet, Sure, I hope he'll say, in
a kindly way, "Is it there, Tim, yerself I see; Yer reward you've won for yer work well done, Shtep in! MO-RI-AR-I-TY!" I'm a well known bobby of the stalwart squad, I belong to the D.M.P. And the girls all
cry as I pass by: Are you there, MORIARITY?
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