Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Old Father McVay fair blesses the day, of his young priest’s selection.
Not since God knows when there’s full houses again, and a decent collection.
And the old church hall floor is heaving once more,
With a Friday night band in full roar.
And the girls are watching young Father Mallory dance.
It’s plain and well known it’s for him alone, their hearts are all pining.
There’s an almighty gasp when he loosens the clasp, of his collar stiff and shining.
And with his neck bare and bold he hugs and he holds, all the females over 60 years old.
And the girls are watching young Father Mallory dance.
The boys sit and stare it’s a hard cross they bear, there’s less jiving than jitting.
The girls in fine show all sit in a row, like wallflowers wilting.
Fellers fume and frustrate while the old women wait, and the band crucifies Dire Straits,
And the girls are watching young Father Mallory dance.
All chosen and chaste, my God what a waste! Are there vows he would question?
Or does he relish the test of each heaving breast, Full of hope and suggestion?
When he finally speaks they blush to their cheeks,
He says, ‘see you all at confession next week,
And the girls are watching young Father Mallory dance.