I couldn't find a single song by this fine Ontario based band in the DT. What a shock! They write great songs from traditional style historical ballads to outrageous off-the-wall whatevers like the one I'm adding for St. Patrick's Day. They are also high energy, impeccable, performers. Note for the squimish: stop reading here!

PADDY'S FINGER
(original words & music by Joe Grant & Steve Ritchie Tanglefoot © 1994 From Saturday Night at Hardwood Lake)
'Twas in the town of Pelham one dark and dreary day,
We local lads was in the pub, just sipping time away;
When in there walked this stranger who disturbed our contemplation
So we decided his facial features needed alteration.
"Now what's your name, fair stranger? We've not seen you in town."
He answers "David Disher. I'm a man of some renown."
Says Patrick, "Well, now, Disher, lest you think that I'm remiss,
They calls me Scrappin' Paddy, and this here is me fist!"

Chorus:

Oh, Fight like a wildcat , learn your lesson, up jumps Paddy with a finger missin'
Poor wee fist, one finger less, for seven pound ten 'twill scarce be missed!
Oh, fight like a wildcat, learn your lesson, up jumps Paddy with a finger missin'
Poor wee fist, great bloody mess, for seven pound ten 'twill scarce be missed!
Paddy's finger 'twill scarce be missed!

A room of rowdy roisters, swinging aft and fore.
Disher takes a nasty knock and sprawls upon the floor.
Paddy pounces all too slow, and for one second lingers.
Disher grabs his hand and sets his teeth to Paddy's finger. (CHO)

Now Paddy seeks legal counsel, down in muddy York.
Fighting may be Paddy's line, but missing parts is lawyers' work.
His complaint was swiftly drafted and filed with the court clerk*
With a copy served on Disher before he could embark;*
So Disher is persuaded for fear of disputation
To compensate in full for Paddy's disindigitation.
Now Paddy gets his seven pound ten, a compensation which –
Convinces him that losing fights will make him filthy rich! (CHO)

* New lines added by CI