The Raffle For Monaghan's Stove - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Raffle for Monaghan's Stove. Written and sung by Sam Devere. 
Odd Monaghan used to be clerk to a mason. He carried up mortar and bricks in a hod; One day afther havin' too much of the crayther. He slipped from the ladder and fell to the sod. Oh, they had to pour soup through his nose wid a funnel, He laid for a year without makin' a move. Whin he got on his crutches, his friends all assimabled To get up a raffle for Monaghan's stove. 
Chorus. The Bradys and Gradys, along wid their ladies, The Moonys and Roonys all came in a drove; The Reagans and Fagans, along wid the Geogbans, All came to the raffle for Monaghan's stove. 
There was Mr. and Mrs. O'Toole and their daughter, A bouncin' big girl wid a foot like a ham; Rosanna McMullen and big Biddy Nolan, Her mouth always open just like a dead clam. There was ould Mr. Duffy wid nine of his family, . Alonzo McCarthy and Felix O'Dowd, Old crooked-back Kelly, and Moogan, the miser, McSwiggen, the fighter, came in wid a crowd.-CHORus. 
They drank till they all got as drunk as the devil. The whiskey gave out and the raffle began; I'll bet you a dollar I'll win it says Duffy, Oh, ho! You're a gambler, says Conny Moran. Just then McNamara caught young Johnny Reilly Wid three loaded dice, and he kicked up a fuss. He swore he was chatin', then young Johnny Reilly Just hit McNamara a clout in the puss.-Chorus. 
McMullin called Peter McNulty a liar, O'Shay left a terrible eye on McCann; Ould Monaghan lifted up one of his crutches And laid Faddy Duffy as flat as a pan. Biddy Nolan made Mrs. O'Donnell yell morther, And then the police they came up in a drove; MeSwiggin, the fighter, leaped out of the windy. And took all the money for Monaghan's stove.-Chorus.