This is a great one that i couldn't see on a quick scout of the DT. Sung as a parody of, you chose a fine time to leave me lucile. I only know of it recorded by Seamus Moore In a pub in tullawadgin, At a party for Padgin The craic it was mighty one night Guitars they were clangin' Pool balls were bangin And the Knackers were roarin' for fight And when the drink finally hit 'em Says Padgin "LETS GET 'EM" And he made a mad rush 'cross the floor Chairs started flyin', the old ones were cryin Then there came a loud knock to the door. It was the Garda Siochana outside 4 big red faces, hobnails and braces And the knackers still roarin for fight Ah the craic it was mighty that night Down at the station, would bring tears to our nation To look at the cut of the boys There was poor padgin, The boys from Tullawadgin And the knackers, who were all tellin lies At 4 in the morning, The sergant was yawning when the last statement was read And with two bleary eyes After hearin such lies He raised a big fist and he said Go home now, get out of my sight You're driving me crackers Your nothing but knackers And Padgin, you'll pay for this night Ah the craic it was mighty that night Now down in the courtroom The next tuesday morning, The courtroom was packed back to back There was poor Padgin, The boys from tullawadgin And the knackers who started the craic They were each fined a fiver By the Judge called McGyver And he scratched his bald head tryin to think, It'd bring tears to a snowman When he said "you can go man" And he sees them stampede for more drink Down in the pub around ten There was poor padgin, The boys from Tullawadgin And the knackers were at it again! In Tullawadgin sure the craic never ends
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