Terrance Mcmullin - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
TERRANCE McMULLIN. Sung by James Reilly. 
My name it is Terrance McMullin. I came from the sweet town of Trim; Once I was stout, fat and hearty, But of late I've grown awfully thin. My business is lamp-post inspector, A position I hold mighty well; Every day as I go out inspecting. There's a gang of young loafers will yell: 
Chorus. Wipe off your chin, pull down your vest, Now, that's too thin, give us a rest; Tralla-la-lee, now over the creek, Get on to McMullin, the mick. 
Now when I first came to your city, They wanted to elect me for your mayor; For my ways And my talk was so witty, And if I got there I'd act on the square. But I'd rather be lamp-post inspecting, For that's what I know more about, Make my friend Reilly the mayor, Then that gang of young loafers won't shout;-Cho.