A popular song from 1907.
Words by Harry Lauder & Alex. Melville.
Music by Harry Lauder.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- It’s all of a spree I am going to prattle
That nicht I fell in with some curious cattle
To tell ye the truth, it was liker a battle
It was, than the weddin’ o’ Lauchie M’Graw
There were miners and joiners and journeyman bakers
A Hielan Zulu and a bundle of Quakers
The look of their faces near gave us the shakers
That nicht o’ the weddin o’ Lauchie M’Graw
Chorus
Oh! but it was a terrible tare
Me and mysel’ and my mither were there
May I get mix’d up wi’ the wheels of a train
If ever I go to a weddin’ again
- We had plenty to eat, we had frost bitten liver
As sure as you’re here and as sure as you’re never
The look of the beef nearly gave us the fever
The nicht o’ the weddin o’ Lauchie M’Graw
The next thing we had was a cartload of peelins
And a big Irish stew that we made in the Hielans’
And oh, but the look of it hurted our feelin’s
That nicht o’ the weddin o’ Lauchie M’Graw - The first one to sing was Hughie OHara
He started and gave us a verse of “Ta-ra-ra”
But Hughie’s remains went away in a barrer
That nicht o’ the weddin o’ Lauchie M’Graw
The next one to sing was a Missus McRussell
She couldn’t sing so she started to whustle
The somebody gave her a kick on the bustle
That nicht o’ the weddin o’ Lauchie M’Graw