An Irishman's Dying Request - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
An Irishman's Dying Request. Recited by James T. Kelly. 
Norah, the gang upon the corner Has told me to lay down and die; My darling, go and hang up the baker For a piece of buckelberry pie; My breath is getting very weak, Once, you know, it was so strong, So listen to my dying request, For I know that I will not live long-
Tell my brother, Herman Fagan, The poor man to-day he got one year, Tell him when I go to Sandusky, I'm going tb give up drinking beer; Oh, the happy days we spent together, When we used to call each other chumps. No more we will parade the Bowery Dropping our hats on cigar stumps. 
Tell my red-headed hump-backed sister She ought to put herself in hock, She puts me in mind of a bag of peanuts, Or a bole in the heel of a woolen sock; Norah, our little dog has fleas, We must shake the dizzy pup, Come and kiss me when I'm dead, For then I know I won't blow up. 
Tell your father he's a darling, As a lusher he takes the cake; Tell him to buy some bad gin and tobacco. So the gang can enjoy themselves at my wake; Tell him to sing the Starry Banner, For it I carried many a night; Tell them all I came from Cork, And that's the reason I'm flying light. 
Norah, part my hair in the middle, I think my end is drawing near; I wish you would go to the corner gin-mill And bang them up for a quart of beer. Farewell, darling, it s time I was dead, Good afternoon! oh, what do you say? If any one asks why I kicked the bucket, Tell them 1 couldn't stay away.