After closing out the pubs
Pat and Mike are staggering home
across a moonlit cemetery.
"Paddy," says Mike, reading from a stone,
"Here lies a man who lived to be 115."
"Now that's a auld one, Mike. What was his name?"
"His name was Miles, me boy."
"Miles from Dublin."
Pat and Mike are staggering home
across a moonlit cemetery.
"Paddy," says Mike, reading from a stone,
"Here lies a man who lived to be 115."
"Now that's a auld one, Mike. What was his name?"
"His name was Miles, me boy."
"Miles from Dublin."
3 comments:
Brings a smile to this lassie's face!
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Did you chase all the snakes out of Santa Cruz?
Here's an Irish Folk song I learned in 2nd Grade:
Oh! McTavish is dead and his brother don't know it;
His brother is dead, but McTavish don't know it!
They're both of them dead and in the same bed,
but neither one knows that the other is dead!
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