---------------BRING OUT THE LANCE CURTAINS---------------- Bring out the lace curtains and call McInerneys; I'm nearing the end of my life's pleasant journey. Send quick for the priest, just tell him I'm dying My last minutes on eart so swiftly are flying. Tell dear Farther Dorney I'm meeting my Maker (He's losing his old collection up taker). Then pull down the shades and lights up the candles Call in the O'Briens, the Caseys and Randalls The Murphys, the Burker, the Bradys and ans all Tell them your darlin' has answer Gods call. Call Schultz the Fat Butcher and order meat; Let watchers who sut throught the nighthave a treat. There's good Mrs. Smith whois sure to bring a cake, Please ask her advice in conducting my wake. Bring out the lace curtains and call McInerneys; I'm nearing the end of my life's pleasant journey. T.J O'DONNELL
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