Gilhooly, Your Coat Is Half-mast - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Gilhooly, Your Coat is Half-Mast. Written and sung by James O'Neil. 
You've heard of O'Brien from Harlem, And the man with the high-water pants, But to me, sure, they can't hold a caudle, And for "mashing" they stand a poor chance. I wear the best clothes that's imported From Paris, across the blue say. By all the fine girls I am courted, I'm too handsome to live they all say. 
Chorus. For the girls they all call me a daisy, And they say I am too sweet to last; They tell me to get out a patent, "Gilhooley, your coat is half-mast," 
One night, sure, I went to a raffle," Dressed tip in my best Sunday clothes, When I entered they all commenced laughing, Get on to that face, " Holy Mose." They say that my coat was a "Seymour," And that I was living too fast; They said that I looked like a mummy, A well-preserved thing of the past. - Chorus. 
You will find me at balls and at parties, I lead every march and the dance, Sure I can play croquet and billiards, I bent Sexton and Vignaux in France. I own my own yachts And fast horses, I am neither too slow nor two fast, But whenever I pass they all halloo "Gilhooley, your coat is half-mast.