An Irish Robbery

The Irish bank was ripe and ready For a hood whose hand was steady And had a gun, not 'fraid to use it Bent on living life or lose it Just out side the door he waited Put his mask on, hesitated Then rushed in through, the bank's front doors While standing on the lobby floor With gun held high he shot one round "Now everybody-- best get down" Laying face down on the floor A dozen patrons maybe more And a teller, young in age Standing frozen in the cage So the crook with lightening speed Driven by his lust for greed Tossed a bag and said to fill it Got it filled, then turned to split As he ran, a man quite daring Grabbed the mask the crook was wearing At once the man, seamed surprised Looked the robber in the eyes Then took a bullet in the head Now on the marble floor lied dead The thief now desperate, looked around At all the patrons looking down But saw the teller, see his face Then walked to him in rapid pace And put the gun up to his head Another victim laid there dead Now the thief to end it all Shouted out inside that hall "Has anyone else, seen my face ?" Perhaps a glimpse might leave a trace Then McGee said "I'm no sneak But I think me wife , just took a peek"