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O' the Irishmen who came from Erin's blessed emerald isle, Were sure to bring us happiness, leprechauns, and smiles. With pigs and goats and chickens, in steerage they did sail, Until they landed, and the coppers threw them all in jail!
Chorus: Shove another shillelagh up your nose, Stick a sprig of shamrock 'twixt your toes. There is nothing greener than an Irishman's demeanor, When he's shovin' a shillelagh up his nose.
In case you've ever wondered, in this troubled time of toil, Why the Irish got the potatoes, while the Arabs got the oil. Well, the Irish pulled a fast one, they thought it mighty slick: The Arabs got the oil, because the Irish got first pick!
© 1978 by Roger Scimé. All rights reserved.
O'Brien made me promise, my immortal soul to save, That when he died, I'd pour a pint of Guinness on his grave. He should have known me better, that I'd have a mighty thirst, He wouldn't get his pint 'til it passed through my kidneys first!
© 2004-5 by Roger Scimé. All rights reserved. (Captain Wayne) |
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