Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
Curled up like Lord Oliver Crumble
At the butt of the magazine wall the magazine wall hump helmet and all
He was one time our king of the castle
Now he’s kicked about like a rotten old parsnip
And be Green St. he’ll sent be order of his Worship
To the penal jail of Mount Joy the jail of Mount Joy jail ’em with joy
He was fa-father of all things for to bother us
Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populous
Mares milk for the sick seven dry Sundays a week
Open air love and religious reform so hideous in form
And a white as couldn’t he mange it
I’ll go bail me fine dairy man darlin’
Like the bump and bull of the Cassidy’s
All his butter’s in his horns his butter’s in his horns butter his horns
Sweet luck to the wave’s worst to old Ireland
The hookel of the hammer vest Viking
And Gall’s cursin’ the day when Blana Bay saw his black and tan man o war
Saw his black and tan man o war on the harbour bar
He was joltin’ by Wellington’s monument
Our retorious hipp-a-ma-potamus
When some bugger let down the back strap of the omnibus
And he caught his death of fusiliers with his rent in his rear’s give him six years
Oh we’ll have a free trade Gael’s band and mass meetin’
For to sod that son of Scand-a-knavery
And we’ll bury down in Ox men town
Along with the divil and Danes the deaf and dumb Danes and all their remains
Now all the king’s men not his horse’s
Could ever resurrect his corpses
For there’s no true spell in Connuaght or hell
That’s ever to raise a Cain