Lyrics for St.
Patrick's Day Songs
Irish Songs
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Seven Old Ladies
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Chorus:
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory
They were there from Sunday to Saturday
Nobody knew they were there
They said they were going to chat with the Vicar
They went in together they thought it was quicker
The lavatory door was a bit of a sticker
And the Vicar had tea alone
The first was a wife of the Deacon of Dover
Always was known as a bit of a rover
She passed out in the ladies napkin disposal
And nobody knew they were there
The next old lady was dear Mrs. Bickles
Found herself in a bit of a pickle
Locked out of the stalls for she hadn't a nickel
And nobody knew they were there
The next was the Bishop of Chichester's daughter
She couldn't wait so she used the basin
Unaware it was the basin a pope had washed his face in
And nobody knew they were there
The next old lady was Abigail Humphery
Who settled in and made herself comfy
Tried to get up but couldn't get her bum free
And nobody knew they were there
The next old lady was Elizibeth Spender
Was doing all right 'til her vagrant suspender
Got all twisted up in her feminine gender
And nobody knew they were there
The last was a lady named Jennifer Tripp
She couldn't wait, couldn't wait to get started
But when she sat down she only farted
And nobody knew they were there
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The Parting Glass
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Oh, all the money e'er I had, I spent in good company,
And all the harm I've ever done, alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want to wit to memory now I can't recall.
So fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.
Oh all the comrades e'er I had They're sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts e'er I had, They'd wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot, That I should rise and you should not.
I gently rise and softly call, Good night and joy be with you all.
If I had money enough to spend, And leisure time to sit awhile.
There is a fair maid in this town, That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own she has my heart in thrall.
Then fill me with the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.
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Fiddler's Green
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As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt water and take the sea air
I saw an old fisherman singing a song
"Won't you take me away boys my time is not long
Chorus:
Chorus
Wrap me up in my oil skin jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me oul ship mates I'm takin' a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddler's Green
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell
Where the fishermen go when they don't go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
Chorus
When you get on the docks and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and Lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And there's bottles of Rum growin from every tree
Chorus:
Now I don't want a harp nor a Halo not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song
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