To the tune of "John Henry" – A get well song for Áine

Áine, she's a tearing up her garden
She's a-diggin' and a-haulin' day and night
Till one of her neighbours sneaked a look across the fence
And wondered "Why ha'n't I heard the bangs of dynamite? Lord, lord
Why ha'n't I heard the bangs of dynamite?"

Cos Áine was fairly shifting earth boys
She dug about a continent or two
I shouted to her neighbour "Better get you out the way
Else she might just end up digging you, Lord, lord
Else might just end up digging you"

The Texan human excavator
She's digging like a JCB
Someone better chuck a spanner in her works
Else she'll dig from sea to shining sea Lord, lord
Else she'll dig from sea to shining sea

And then there comes the sound of rupture
It's noisy as a thunderclap
And Áine's on the ground, and she's rolling all around
Saying "Fellas help me … I think something's snapped Lord, lord
Fellas help me … I think something's snapped"

The moral of this story
The moral of this tune
Is – sod off, there isn't any moral
Áine, chara, get well soon Lord lord
Áine, chara, get well soon