I Have No Use For Donovan - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
I HAVE NO USE FOR DONOVAN Copyright, 1894. by Spaulding & Gray.. Words and Music by Wm. Van. 
There's a man that we call Donovan, who lives down on our street, And Donovan, he's a loafer-yes, Donovan he's a beat; He gets up in the morning and steals our coal and wood, And some day Donovan will get his-I'd laugh now if he should. 
Chorus. For I have no use for Donovan, and he has no use for me, And Donovan is an Indian when he goes on a spree; The gang are all afraid of him-some day I'll get an axe. And when no one is looking, I will break poor Donovan's back. Oh! Donovan, you do not know your fate. If you did, at your funeral you'd be late; McCloskey, he is grieving-your grave he longs to see-The day they bury Donovan will be Fourth of July for me. 
One night I went with Donovan, to play a came of cards. Says I, "Now we'll play poker out in our big back yard; But soon the game did burst up-as sure as you're alive, I had four aces in my hand, but Donovan be held five. 
Chorus. Oh, I have no use for Donovan-he's a robber and a beat; I'd not look at his funeral if it passed down the street; Although I'm not a fighter, don't talk to waste my breath, For a birthday present, let me read the news of Donovan's death. Oh! Donovan, you do not know your fate. If you did, now the town you would vacate; We'll give you a nice service if you'll consent to die-The day they bury Donovan, there'll be diamonds in the sky.