Back in the 70s Mike Henry used to sing this - note the third verse:

She came from the mountains, her stockings were black;
I'd like to be tickling the small of her back.
She came from the mountains, her stockings were white;
I'd like to be tightening her garters.

While walking the road to sweet Athy,
I saw an old petticoat hanging to dry;
So I took off my trousers and left them near by
To keep the old petticoat warm.

Paddy McCarthy, he had a fine goat.
He tied it up with a rope by the throat.
Along came some fellow and stole off its coat,
And now it's a bloody great bodhran.

I met a girl and she was quite fair.
Her only drawback was her surplus of hair.
She came from Athy in the County Kildare,
And she shaved before Mass every Sunday.

Maggie McCarthy she said unto me,
'I never will marry, no never,' said she.
But now she is happily married to me
And the mother of seventeen children.

Tune is approximately The Limerick Rake, with a chorus of mouth music.