I Owe 10 To O'grady - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
I OWE $10 TO O'GRADY. Copyright, 1887, by M. A. Kennedy. 
I lost my situation twelve months ago to-day, The divil a stroke I've done from then till now; They had me on half wages, I struck for better pay, They fired me out before I raised a row. A bran new suit I'd ordered, from a tailor on our block, I bought it on the new installment plan; I paid him just five dollars, that left me owing ten, Pat O'Grady was the little tailor man. 
Chorus. I owe ten dollars to O'Grady, You'd think he had a mortgage on my life; He calls to see me early ev'ry morning, At night he sends his wife. He tried to have me pawn my girl's piano, I think O'Grady has a dreadful gall; Unless he wants to wait, I'll rub it off the slate, And divil a cent he'll ever get at all. 
A week ago last Sunday I walked around the block, To get a pint of German lager beer; O'Grady stood there drinking a glass of rye and rock, I thought at once he acted rather queer, He said I was a blackguard. I said he was the same, He struck me, then we rolled upon the floor; I whipped him in five minutes, O'Grady wasn't game, As he walked away I couldn't help but roar:-Chorus.