T'was a cold winter's evening,
 The guests were all leaving
 O'Leary was closing the bar.
 He stopped and                lady in red,
 "Get out! You            where you are."

 She wept a                 bucket of beer
 As she thought        cold night ahead.
 When a gentleman                            cra.... PHONE BOOTH
 And these were           that he said,

 Her mother never                              girl should know,
 About the ways of college men,
 And how they come and go.
 Age taken her                          its sad scar,
 So remember your         and sisters, boys,
 And let her       under the bar.