Another flight of fancy. This wee song's a parody of "Muirsheen Durkin".
In the days I used to hurdle
Wearing corsetry and girdles
I found them such a burden
I longed for lighter wear
Now I'm dressed less heavily
I stride along more cleverly
In second place I'll never be
Around the track I'll tear
CHORUS So it's fare thee well big knickers
I'm wearing something slicker
I'm running vastly quicker
I'm like a streak of light
I lead the field in every race
The sprint, the lope, the steeplechase
And on my way you get a taste
Of my charms and my delights
I've hurdled in Killarney
And I've triple-jumped in Blarney
And down near Lisdoonvarney
I've vaulted with a pole
Where someone shouted "Daughter dear
I'm getting a quare view from here
You're dressed up in such skimpy gear
I can nearly see your hole"
I've putted shot near oul' Tralee
I've run a mile in famed Ardee
And in Croke Park quite recently
I hurled a quare long puck
For my garb I have been criticised
For flashing tits and showing thighs
But I just counter "In me eye!
Away to hell and ... flip!"