The Man With The Terrible Gaul - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Man With the Terrible Gaul. 
As I stroll home each evening From a hard day's work, I'm bothered by a terrible gang, Everyone of which has a dirk; They throw all kinds of things at me. And at me they do bawl: Get on to his jags, it's Conkling, The man with the terrible gaul. 
I attended a party the other eve Of a neighboring friend of mine, I surely thought I would be free From insult for a time: But I no sooner reached the corner, Upon which they had hired the hall, When a fresh hollered out from the other side: There's the man with the terrible gaul. 
I says: Young fellow, I'll break your neck! He says: Come over and try it! Says I: Where did you eet the watch and chain? I'm sure you never did buy it! This made the fresh terribly mad, And back his fist he did haul, Says he: Here's a stunner for the eye Of the man with the terrible gaul. 
For five long weeks I was laid up, With an eye like an overgrown peach; I swore if I could catch the fresh, A lesson to him I would teach. But now I am solid with the gang, For I treated them one and all, And never again will they holler at me: The man with the terrible gaul.