James Robert Mcgee

Not my best but I need a rest.

The story of James Robert McGee

No sadder tale ever could be,
Donning his best
He headed due west
To claim a bride you see.
But a letter in jest
Shattered his breast,
Causing all sense to flee.

Drank all of the night
And some of the day
No fortune came his way
E's such a terrible sight
Lest into his path they stray
Mothers turn children away
Must avoid such a fright

With horrible thirst He was cursed
Say no bad of Molly Malone
No sin for her to atone
I served him his first
James Robert just withered till gone
Yes sweet Molly did jilt him
it were the drink what kilt him.