Dan Maloney Is The Man - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DAN MALONEY IS THE MAN. 
Now, here is my man Dun-i-el, He comes from Donegal, Just look at his chin whiskers. Now, don't he bate them all? And if he meets an old-time friend, He'll always fill the can; And when ye seek for blooded stock, Dan Maloney is the man. 
Chorus. Maloney's my man, now don't he look grand? He is down here to-night wid his cronies; At raffle or wake, sure he'll take the cake; No man in the world is like Maloney. 
Sure he is no day laborer, His debts he'll always pay; He hires all his men himself At five dollars a day. Now when the politicians They need a helping hand, They send for Dan, for well they know Dan Maloney is the man.-Chorus.