Speaking of Eric Bogle:

14 songs, I think. possibly a record?

Plastic Paddy by Eric Bogle

Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah

He's just a plastic Paddy singing plastic Paddy songs
In a plastic Paddy pub that they call the Blarney Stone
There's plastic shamrocks on the wall there's Guinness and green beer
And a sign in gaelic above the bar which says god bless all here

His guitar sounds like a wardrobe and it's out of tune at that
His singing voice it ranges from A sharp to A flat
He just desecrated the Holy Ground ripped apart Black Velvet Band
Sang Seven Nights Drunk and now he's sunk The Irish Rover with all hands

Cos he's just a plastic Paddy singing plastic Paddy songs
In a plastic Paddy pub that they call the Blarney Stone
There's Aer Lingus posters everywhere showing pretty Irish Scenes
All peaceful and idyllic and very bloody green

He's done awful things to Molly Malone and the fair Rose of Tralee
He's murdered Carrickfergus and poor old Mother Machree
He's thrashed his way through Galway Bay and the Wild Irish Rose
And if he starts singing Danny Boy I'm going to punch him in the nose

When Irish Eyes are Smiling and The Mountains of Mourne
In the search for Celtic cliche the man has left no stone unturned
Till he embarks upon The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls
Accompanying himself on the bodhran which takes a lot of . . . courage

Cos he's just a plastic Paddy singing plastic Paddy songs
In a plastic Paddy pub that they call the Blarney Stone
Now he's just sung in his mother tongue, the ancient Irish erse
And cleared the pub completely by the forty-second verse

Cos he's just a plastic Paddy singing plastic Paddy songs
He's started singing Danny Boy so it's time that I was gone
And just one thought comes to my mind as I stagger through the door
Where are you when we need you Christy Moore