jodhpurman
03-17-2008, 07:46 PM
Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy,
Looking like he'd just been run over by a train.
His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken,
His face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp.
' What happened to you?' asks Sean, the bartender.
Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight,' says Paddy.
' That little rat, O'Conner,' says Sean,
'He couldn't do that to you,
He must have had something in his hand.'
' T hat he did,' says Paddy, 'a shovel is what he had,
And a terrible lickin' he gave me with it.'
' W ell,' says Sean, 'you should have defended yourself.
Didn't you have something in your hand?'
T hat I did,' said Paddy.
'Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of
Beauty it was, but useless in a fight!!!'
Looking like he'd just been run over by a train.
His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken,
His face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp.
' What happened to you?' asks Sean, the bartender.
Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight,' says Paddy.
' That little rat, O'Conner,' says Sean,
'He couldn't do that to you,
He must have had something in his hand.'
' T hat he did,' says Paddy, 'a shovel is what he had,
And a terrible lickin' he gave me with it.'
' W ell,' says Sean, 'you should have defended yourself.
Didn't you have something in your hand?'
T hat I did,' said Paddy.
'Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of
Beauty it was, but useless in a fight!!!'