For you, I'm cheep as chips.
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irish rover pogues - Google Video (you are the Irish Rover btw)
Ok, Sing these words Dolly:
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
She set sail for the sweet port of Cork
She was sucking away on a cargo of pricks
For the grand city hall in old Cork
Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She'd got several blasts, from plenty men that can last
And we called her the Irish Rover.
She had one million wanks from the best of the yanks
She had two million barrels of spunk
She had three million rides from old blind Irish hides,
She had four million bookings by phone.
She had five million pee’s on a million Murphy’s,
Seven million barrels of porter.
She had eight million cumshots and manys a cock,
Been in the hold of the Irish Rover.
There was awl Oven Ed who played hard on the bed
When the lady’s lined up for a set
He would tootle with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though his hens were all fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
And he rode the dame under and over
They all knew at a glance when he pulled up his pants
That he came on the Irish Rover
There was old nine by three from the banks of the Lee,
There was wee eoghan from County Tyrone
There was Patricia McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Navan called Anon
There was Mari O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Rory from the north
And your man M**k McCann from the banks of the ‘Bann’
Was the swinger on the Irish Rover
For a sailor it’s always a bother in life
It’s so lonesome by night an by day
When he longs for a shore and a pretty young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
Oh but boy when he’s out full of potteen and stout
For him soon it’s done and over
For the love of a maid he is never afraid
Of a ride from the Irish Rover
She had sailed seven years when recession broke out
And the ship lost it's way in a fog.
And the whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
Her ass was turned right over
Turned her nine times around, and this poor ole cock was drowned
But not the last to see the Irish Rover 
Last edited by Oven Ready Eddie; 29-12-08 at 15:48.
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