Twas an ancient ould Irish French letter
About so long and 6 inches wide
Had a little gold tag on the end sir
With his name and his stud fee inscibed.

not too sure about those words

My mind it went back through the ages
And I pictured that hairy old celt
With his da de da da de da da da
And his wife lying there in her pelt

de da de da da de dad de da
de da de da da de dad de da
You've had your own way long enough dear
It's the hairy side outside tonight.


Memeory fails me, but I can picture Murph singing it as I type, back in the days of the Friday night all nighters at Les Cousins in Greek St Soho.
Giok