Another version of the two irishmen. Two irishmen, two irishmen sitting in a ditch one called the other a dirty son of a peter murphy had a dog and a good dog was he he gave him to a lady friend to keep her company she led it, she fed it, and oh the little runt he climbed upon her skirt one day and bit her in the country boy, country boy sitting on a rock along came a bumble bee and stung him in the cocktail ginger ale five cents a glass eat it and drink it and shove it up your ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies if you get hit with a bucket of shit, be sure to close your eyes.
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