Paddy Old Drinking Tale Greens

There once was woman in Rome
who desperatly needed a home
she started to think
and then gave a wink
to a wickedly ugly old knome

There once was a man in the swamp
who went out for a drunk fighting romp
he swung so cruel
at the head of a mule
for the beast was o' high with pomp

There once was a whore of the isle
who counted her loves by the pile
she was spread just so thin
that he couldn't fit in
but both fists went in by the mile

There was a philadelphia sailor
who's dream was only to nail her
she got it so hard
but then left with a bard
and now he needs a new tailor

The masons and union league members
turned their clocks to reflect more decembers
"these damned irsh micks
may get them some kicks
but we make the books for remembers"

The trickster with one golden wing
made the republican party line sing
"it's amazing grace
that we lie to your face
and you want to make our man king"