I'll Dance Upon Your Grave - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
I'll Dance Upon Your Grave. As sung by Jack Hennessey. 
Now when I was a nice young girl, And faith you needn't grin; The boys they came from miles and miles. My heart and hand to win. Put Burke's the boy I gave them to, Swore he'd be kind and true, But now he's always blind drunk, And he bates me black and blue. 
Chorus. Pat, you're a villain, Patrick, you're a rogue. There's nothing of you Irish, Except your name and brogue. You're killing me by inches, You know I am your slave. But when you're dead, you mane ould scutI'll dance upon your grave. 
Sometimes he works a nice full week, Goes on a spree the next, And sure he'd curse the cobwebs On the ceiling if he's vexed. He never can come straight home Without boozing on the way, Last week he only brought home, About one-half of his pay.-Chorus. 
Last week he came home speechless drunk And wanted me to fight, The noble art of self-defense He said he'd teach me right. Put up your hands, he quickly said. When mad I thought he'd gone. And he rose a lump upon my nose You could hang your trousers on.-Chorus.