Mr Mulcahey, Esquire - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MR. MULCAHEY, ESQUIRE. Copyright, 1885, by W. F. Shaw. Words and Music by C. Frank Horn. 
From Antrim I came, Mulcahey's my name, With Dennis in front, do you see? I'm a man of fine style, you'd travel a mile And not find another like me; To greatness I always aspire. And I think I will reach my desire; On account of my tone, I always am known As Mister Mulcahey, Esquire. 
Chorus. Gay and free, there's none like me; in society no one stands higher, And the people cry as I pass by, there goes Mister Mulcahey, Esquire. 
With a good intent, on politics bent, I called at the White House one day, But the man at the door told me, with a roar, That the "Micks" must keep out of the way; But him down the steps I did fire, Where I hope he got over his ire; When Cleveland I spied, "Arrah, Grover," I cried, I am Mister Mulcahey, Esquire.-Chorus. 
Tho' good at a speech, I did overreach Myself one fine evening just past. When, in accents quite loud, I said to the crowd, "My friends we are living too fast," But the people cried out, you're a liar, As they trampled me into the mire; Then some one, alack! put this card on my back, This is Mister Mulcahey, Esquire.-Chorus.