He an His Da (Living in Drumlister)

His Da married twice the second time 'round to a lady from Sliabh Beagh whom he thought was very thin. His wildly romantic son never married but in fairness to him he indicated that 'he knowed two, he thought would do' but still he had his fears! Sometimes the best laid plans of men do not work out. Enjoy this campfire style version of 'He and His Da'.
Ist Verse
He was livin’ in Drumlister - an’ was gettin very oul’,
He had to wear an onion bag - to save him from the coul’.
There was devil a wan in that townlan’ - claner raired than he,
He was livin’ in Drumlister - in clabber to the knee's.
His Da lived up in Carmin - an’ he kep’ a sarvint boy,
His second wife wos very sharp - an he birried her with joy.
She wos thin, her name was Flynn - she came from Cullentra
An if his shirt a claddy shirt - then the man to blame his Da.
2nd Verse
Consarnin’ weemin, sure it wos - a constant word of his,
Keep away from them that’s thin - as their temper’s aisy riz.
He knowed two, he thought wud do - but still he had his fears
So he kiffled back an’ forrit - between the two, for years.
Wee Margit had no fortune - but her rosy cheeks wud plaze,
The farm a lan’ wos Bridget’s - but she tuk the pock disayse.
Now Margit she wos very wee - an’ Bridget she wos stout,
Her face wos like a gaolhouse dure - with the bowlts pulled out.
He'd tell no lie on Margit - the worl'of him she tought, said she,
To tell the truth, his heart wud lep - the sight of her to see,
Now he wos slow an' he surely knows - the raison of it now,
For if he was to leave her home - sure his Da wud rise a row.
3rd Verse
Well he swithered back an’ forrit - till Margit got a man,
Not far away the fella came - an’ that left him jist the wan.
He mins the day she went away, when he hid wan strucken hour,
As he cursed the wasp from Cullentra - that made his Da so sour.
But cryin’ cured no trouble - so to Bridget he went back,
An faced her forrit that night week - fornent her own turf-stack.
He axed her there, an' spoke her fair - the handy wife she’d make,
He talked about the lan’ that joined - an' begob she wudn’t take!
He stayed livin’ in Drumlister, - al alone an gettin’ very oul’,
An wan'st a month he'd creep to church - to try an save his sowl.
Naw, devil a wan in that townlan’ - wos claner raired than he,
In Drumlister then alone, he died - in clabber to the knee's.