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He's so round and so square, As he laughs at me there, That he looks loike my brother, I ween; Then I put him to cool On the top of a shtool, Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
Then I put him to cool On the top of a shtool, Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
But gourmands, ahoy!
The Pig is the Boy!
Indade he's the girl to my taste; The form is so nate, The lip is so swate, That I kape her quite close to my waist.
But no cannibal I, When I look in her eye, The loikes to my sister is seen; So I piously pause In the work of my jaws, Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
So I piously pause In the work of my jaws, Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
Lave the Pratie to cool On the top of the shtool, While we master this question of shtate, Shall I ate? Shall I swig?
Musht Poteen or the Pig Be the first or the last on my plate?
Now my grandfather's ghost Appears at this post, So solemn, so awful in mien, To a.s.sist and debate This question of shtate On the subject of Pork and Poteen.
So he called for his mug, And I gave him the jug, Which he placed at his delicate mouth, And he drank it all down, Down, down, Derry down, He had such a terrible drouth.
Then, with jug held on high, And Poteen in his eye, He says--this good ghost says to me: "Hist! Hist! Patrick, hist!
And hould ye your whist While I shpake out this Scripture to thee.
'Tis Hibernian Law That, for Oireland's ould jaw, If, at pig-faystes, you ate, shpake or swig, If you have a great mind, You surely will find The Poteen's the best part of the Pig.
'Tis Hibernian Law That, for Oireland's ould jaw, If, at pig-faystes, you ate, shpake or swig, If you have a great mind, You surely will find The Poteen's the best part of the Pig."
So, since that great day,-- Or that night I may say,-- I cook nothing else for to ate; By the hole o' my coat, It bates Houlahan's goat In putting Pat off of his fate.
So, for Erin go bragh, 'Tis both Gospel and Law For to ate, or to shpake or to swig, If you have a great mind, You surely will find The Poteen's the best part of the pig!
The Poteen's the best part of the pig!
