Please Readers If You Don't Like Bawdy Irish Drinkin Songs, Don't Read This, It's Bawdy!! A Dirty Little Ditty For Those Who Don't Mind A Smidge Of Smut
There was an old woman, a laundress by trade,
who on all local town gents a lusty joke played
One dae she was washin soiled clothes in tha stream
when a mischievous leprechaun caused her to scream
Oh he sneaked up behind her and such blarney he yelled
that tha ole washer woman thought she’d gone to hell
“Oh Deary, Damn Wee Man, now see what you’ve done
four knickers down stream, I’ve got left only one!”
But the leprechaun snickered and rolled in the grass
‘til the ole Washer Woman tried to throttle his ass
“Now if you’ll not hit me” the wee impish elf said
I’ll grant any one request that pops in your head”
“Oh that 'tis easy, make me pretty somehow
Charm the pants off an Irishman I don’t know how
If you can, Little Wee Man, my St Patty’s day wish
is for big perky jugs and to be made a dish”
So the Enchanted Leprechaun, waved his hands in the air
and the ugly Washer Woman became curvy and fair
She put on some lipstick and she headed for town
where she knew all the men folk would likely be found
In the pub they were gathered just drinkin green beer
She flung open the doors and yelled, “Boys look a here”
Well them ole boys was smitten by the size of her jugs
and they stood in a long line just to sample her hugs
Oh twas grand to be comely on ole St. Patty’s dae
and with all of the gentlemen to have your sweet way
She taunted and teased 'em with a hug and a squeeze
She had all them men begging her, “ Oh Darlin please”
Her and Geordie O’Grady soon got all tangled up
and the men placed their bets on the size of her cup
And they partied hard all night, the green beer it did flow
but at midnight the woman said “Boys I must go”
O’Grady said “Sure but you’re excitin to know
and I think you should stay so I won’t let you go”
He kissed her and held her so tight in his arms
but round midnight the woman lost all her fair charms
And O’Grady thought he’d guzzled much too much green beer
when her beautiful big jugs started to disappear
Her face once so lovely wrinkled up like a prune
and the St Patty’s party was over too soon
Her joy jugs deflated, all her beauty went south
and O’Grady passed out with one still in his mouth
Sure and this was the right time, for lessons to be had
Lust after leprechaun wishes and things turn out bad
Oh ‘twas a sad time in the old town that night
they ran out of the pub in a state of pure fright
So be careful of sly leprechauns and all their tricks
and gents don’t ever ask ‘em to give you big dicks
3/13/2011 La Belle Rouge
Music "Wild Irish Rover"
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Reviews of "St Patty's Dae Shenanigans/Bawdy Irish Drinkin Song"
Reviewed by Suzi Sundquist (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2011
Very creative and fun, too! Happy St. Pat's... looks like you know how to enjoy the holiday.
What can i say, Belle, except brill!
Send smidges of smut my way any day..
and please please let me pass out
with one still in my mouth.
Fire and Irish brimstone.
... If her beauty went south, then I take it the dicks will go north?! Reminds me of being in Times Square this time last year and how I completely lost me bearings. Party-on Paddy-style... and it's just struck me why Irish blokes are so happy, being the height they generally are!! :)) xx
Belle, this is just too much! I am doing the show Oliver, there is a scene in there at a tavern and they sing the song OOM PAH PAH, it sounds like this song for some reason..anyway I love your St. Patty's day tale..
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 13, 2011
From the size of the tits and the disappearing of them also, I suppose that is the reason to not wish for big dicks. "Course I've heard Geordie O’Grady don't need that kind of wish and the rejuvenated lady should have taken him on, especially since she, like Cinderella, faded back to common.
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Green beer hugs~
Lil' Suzi
Always,
Deborah
Cajun sticks and coon ass women. Patrick
LOVE
Tony
Send smidges of smut my way any day..
and please please let me pass out
with one still in my mouth.
Fire and Irish brimstone.
John
fee
I needed something as great as this
to wake me with a few laughs
Love & peace be with you
William
Regis
Peace, love and light,
Amber