Brother PeeWee Ed is twisting the truth...as usual, although I will use his picture that he stole from Mom.

Now that the cat is let out of the bag…
we where thrown from the North Pole
because from that little maidens helpers
Jersey Devil Ed his finger couldn’t hold
away from the rosy cozy cuddly ones
and PeeWee’s of the wife of old Claus.

Me, a saint if you ever be in front of one,
took my brothers sailing down to shores
of that lovely Island of mystic forefather
roaming not in sissy Dublin but in Cork,
were Guinness, darker than Devil’s soul
will get hair on any woman chest, skol !

It cost me more than a penny those rags,
those green dresses they said they stole
my brothers are liars you won’t believe
my Leprechauns for that truth can vouch,
only regret in Erin was that beer of theirs
from a limey cat the piss, but much worst.

The constable that arrested us was civil,
absent-minded and drunk like a lord,
our cells where ventilated by many winds
as to close them on our faces he forgot,
but his daughters came us to the rescue
and that was why from Erin we got the boot.

Happy Patrick’s Day from Ed the Elder
my brothers to say anything are too drunk,
perhaps next years will tell you something
but for now I can’t tell you secrets anymore,
I most talk to Mean Tall Woman in teepee
so she can take care of brother babbler-mouth.