The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418   Message #1507598
Posted By: Rapparee
22-Jun-05 - 09:49 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
The moon it shown down on old Dublin Town
When the rowdy night was o'er.
Thousands lay on the cold, cold ground
Their bodies could hold no more,
The moon it shown down on O'Connell Street
Where a drunken young tosspot lay
With his wineskin slashed and his arms outstretched
And his Black Bush flowin' away.

A passing comrade heard the moans,
The sufferer soon was found.
Softly, gently he raised his head
Up from the cold, cold ground.
"Softly, gently, Comrade!" he cried,
"No longer on Earth can I stay
I shall nevermore drink as I drank last night,
For it's married I'm gettin' today."

His comrades gathered around him
To give him a fare-the-well;
He was as drinkin' and rowdy man
As ever to womankind fell,
They dug a grave and in it they laid
The youth of a fellow once gay*;
He will nevermore drink as he drank last night,
For it's married he's gettin' today.




*Not "gay", but given to drinking and carousing.