{"id":1563,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/have-some-madiera-mdear"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"have-some-madiera-mdear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/have-some-madiera-mdear\/","title":{"rendered":"Have Some Madiera, M’Dear"},"content":{"rendered":"

Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n

She was young. She was fair. She was new. She was nice.
\nShe was pure. She was sweet, seventeen.
\nHe was old. He was vile, no stranger to vice.
\nHe was bad. He was base. He was mean….
\nHe had slyly inviegled her up to his flat
\nto view his collection of…..stamps,
\nand he said as he hastened to put out the wine
\nhis cigar, the cat…..and the lamps:<\/p>\n

“Have some Madiera, m’dear?
\nYou really have nothing to fear..
\nI don’t want to tempt you. That wouldn’t be right.
\nOne shouldn’t drink spirits at this time of night.
\nHave some Madiera, m’dear…..
\nIt’s really an excellent year.
\nI don’t care for Sherry, and one cannot drink Stout,
\nand Port is a wine I can well do without!
\nYou see, it’s strictly a case of ‘Chacun a son GOUT….’
\nHave some Madiera, m’dear?”<\/p>\n

Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass
\nAnd the fate of a maiden who topes.
\nShe lowered her standards by raising her glass,
\nHer mind, her courage, and his hopes.
\nShe sipped it. She drank it. She drained it. she did!
\nHe quietly re-filled it again,
\nand he said, as he secretly carved one more notch
\non the butt of his gold-handled cane….<\/p>\n

“Have some Madiera, m’dear?
\nI have a small cask of it here…
\nand once it’s been opened, it won’t keep,
\nFinish it up; it will help you to…sleep.”
\n“Have some Madiera, m’dear?
\nIt’s ever so much nicer than Beer!
\nNow if it were Gin you’d do wrong to say ‘yes’
\nthe Evil gin does is hard to assess…
\nand, besides, it’s inclined to affect my Prowess….
\nHave some Madiera, m’dear?”<\/p>\n

Then there flashed thru her mind what her mother had said
\nwith her ante-pen-ultimate breath:
\n“Oh, my child, should you gaze on the wine that is red:
\nBE PREPARED FOR A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH!”
\nShe let go the glass with a shy little cry. (eek!)
\nCrash! Tinkle! It fell to the floor.
\nWhen he said: “What in Heaven?” She made no reply.
\nUp her mind and in a dash for the door!<\/p>\n

“Have some Madiera, m’dear?”
\nRang out down the hall, loud and clear
\nin a tremulous voice that was filled with Despair
\nas she paused to take breath in the cool, midnight air…
\n“Have some Madiera, m’dear?……”
\nThe words seemed to ring in her ear.
\nUntil the next morning she woke up, in bed
\nwith a smile on her lips, and an ache in her head,
\nand a BEARD at her earlobe which * tickled *, and said:
\n“Have some Madiera, m’dear?”<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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