Ode to Biddy Mcgee

歌詞

When I was young and in me prime I courted Biddy McGee A fine, big, strapping lump of a woman And she stood about two foot three Her father was a mean old creature He had plenty of gold and land But he rared up dog rough The dirty, mean, old, miserable, old devil When I asked for his daughter's hand I resolved there and then for Molly's sake That the two of us would elope I borrowed the ladder from Mickey O'Brien And twenty yards of good, strong, strapping rope I put the ladder up the Molly's boudoir That's French for a woman's bed But the ladder broke and the whole Twenty stone fell down on me bloody head Well I threw her into the ass and chart And for the clergy we set out I found father Nagle in McCarth's pub With his head in a barrell of stout He looked at me with his bleary old eyes And sized Molly up and down Oh I pity you my son, I'm dying of the thirst Will you buy me two bottles of stout I'll only charge you half a crown Well, do you take this fine, big, strapping lump of woman To be your lawful wedded wife Will you feed her bacon and cabbage and spuds For the rest of your natural life And when the icy winds blow around her old legs Will you guard her from the chill Oh will you buy me another bottle of stout I'm dying with the drought Ah be Jesus father I will Now, I've been married for twenty years And I don't regret one day And that was last Wednesday fortnight She told me she was in the family way I threw her into the ass and chart And she landed like a sack I brought her back to her old father I said listen here you dirty, mean, old, rotten, old, miserable, Old devil You can have your daughter back.