The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #139504   Message #3200252
Posted By: Amos
02-Aug-11 - 01:17 PM
Thread Name: Songs about Pipe Smoking
Subject: RE: Songs about Pipe Smoking
My curse is on you, Sweeney
For ye have me fairly robbed.
You sit there by the fireside
Your pipe stuck in yer gob.
You sit there by the fireside
From the cold daylight 'till dawn;
And you never can be bothered
To plow the rocks of Bawn
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch.
And first they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco, and whiskey punch!

Just off the top o' the brain pan.