Doing Dr Tanner Till The Pay Day Comes - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Doing Dr. Tanner till the Pay Day comes Revised by T. H. Tooker. Sung by Jack Hennessy. 
I once wuz very healthy looking, but now I'm frail and done; For I'm married to a woman, shure ov me she's making fun. She has taken in a lodger by the name ov Mickey Burke; He's a big, strong, strapping fellow, but doesn't do a tap ov work. Now I wheel coke in the gas-works, yes, for very little pay, And loike a dacint man take me wages home ivery Saturday; 'Tis then me wife and Mickey Burke they both go on a spree, And they tell me for to take a "sneak," they have no use for me. 
Chorus. Yis, ivery Monday morning, whin I go to me work, Me wife goes on a "racket" wid this lodger Mickey Burke; Shure they "blow in" all me wages on whiskey And hot rums, Then we're doing Dr. Tanner till the pay day comes. 
The other night, while I wuz shaving, I wuz taken by surprise, For whin I wuzn't looking me wife blackened both me eyes; And me nose, as ye can plainly see, it's disfigured at the point. For wid a frying pan that night she knocked it out ov joint. I raised me fist to strike her, but Burke, the lodger, interfered, And through the kitchen window like a shot I disappeared; Then they licked me and kicked me; they bate me black and blue-Oh, I thought me name wuz Dinnis, for they broke me face in two.- Chorus. 
'Twas on last St. Patrick's morning, I complained ov feeling ill; I told me wife I wouldn't go out: sez she, "I think ye will; For the divil a thing is wrong wid ye unless a sleepy head"; Then she caught me by the whiskers and dragged me out ov bed. I wuz thrown out in the hall way loike a shovelful ov dirt, And faith, all I had upon me wuz a woolen undershirt. I gave the door a thump or two, which brought the lodger out, And the Bucker nearly paralyzed me wid a batter on the snout.- Chorus. 
Now I've a big revolver-'twill shoot a thousand feet, they say-And wid it I've been practicing in a shooting gallery to-day; For, begorra, whin I gits home it's wid Burke I'm going to fight. Vis, I'll shoot the dirty blackguard if I meet him to-night. And whin I'm done wid him I'll put the fixings to me wife-For, upon me soul, I do intend to lead a happy, quiet life. I'll have the coppers "pinch" her and put her in the jail, And may the divil take the first man that ever goes her bail.- Chorus.