A lovely little ditty from Aidan Crossey`s paythereckoning Site, written by the late Jimmy Creaney from Lurgan Co Armagh,


THE AUGHAGALLON ROAD

One evening as I strolled down the Aghagallon Road
I met a girl whose name was Jane Falloon
Well we had a pleasant talk and she asked me for a walk
By the bright silvery light of the moon

How I cursed my bloody lot as I cuddled this oul' bat
For my ass it turned a lovely shade of blue
As I lay in the dust and the dirt nothing on but a wee short shirt
By the bright silvery light of the moon

Now she was no beauty queen for her teeth were turning green
She had a pimple on her nose like a big balloon
And by her breath 'twas plain to see she had scallions for her tea
By the bright silvery light of the moon

Oh says she I've got no charm but I own a nice wee farm
And you could be its owner very soon
Now if only you'll decide to make me your sweet bride
By the bright silvery light of the moon

Oh says I my darling Jane you make this plea in vain
And although that I make look a silly loon
I'd rather die a pauper's death than catch the smell of your oul' breath
By the bright silvery light of the moon'