Friday, March 18, 2005
The Morning After
In honor of the morning after St. Patrick's Day the RBR would like to publish a warning to the young colleens that spent much too much time last night at the after work party at the World Headquarters with the Guinness and Harp.
♪♫Darlin' don't go near the city
You'll get lost there in the crowd
All the boys there in the city
Drink and smoke and talk too loud
And the women in the city
Take their whiskey from a cup
Oh isn't it a pity
When Irish girls grow up.
Have you heard of Mary Gilligan
She's gone about three weeks
She's painted up her lips
And all the colour's left her cheeks
She never goes to mass no more
She gave her virtue up
Isn't it a pity
When Irish girls grow up.
Have you heard about the Clooneys
The Russells and Malloys
Their girls all left the farm
And went to chasin' city boys
Their mothers prayed to Mary
That their girls won't turn corrupt
Oh isn't it a pity
When Irish girls grow up.
Oh God forgive me thinkin'
But I swear that it's all true
The Lord should strike me dead
If I should up and lie to you
Your lips must not touch alcohol
It's tea that you should sup
Oh isn't it a pity
When Irish girls grow up.♫♪
Tom Russell.
♪♫Darlin' don't go near the city
You'll get lost there in the crowd
All the boys there in the city
Drink and smoke and talk too loud
And the women in the city
Take their whiskey from a cup
Oh isn't it a pity
When Irish girls grow up.
Have you heard of Mary Gilligan
She's gone about three weeks
She's painted up her lips
And all the colour's left her cheeks
She never goes to mass no more
She gave her virtue up
Isn't it a pity
When Irish girls grow up.
Have you heard about the Clooneys
The Russells and Malloys
Their girls all left the farm
And went to chasin' city boys
Their mothers prayed to Mary
That their girls won't turn corrupt
Oh isn't it a pity
When Irish girls grow up.
Oh God forgive me thinkin'
But I swear that it's all true
The Lord should strike me dead
If I should up and lie to you
Your lips must not touch alcohol
It's tea that you should sup
Oh isn't it a pity
When Irish girls grow up.♫♪
Tom Russell.
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