Not her, but close enough (like this close)
Oh, once in Londonderry town
you'd hardly ever wear a frown
whenever you did see Miss Annie Shillelagh,
she'd flash a smile that was oh, so pretty
while workin' at 'The Pup and Kitty'
an' serve you up some beer an' wine an' ale-a.
But if you gave her a tickle she'd give you a slap
across your bloody ugly map,
so pertective of herself was Annie Shillelagh,
an' if you dared to roger her up
she'd smash your dome with a pewter cup
an' sure would get you thrown out on your arse-a.
So hi-de-ho lads,
off we go
to see the finest wench
God ever made-a,
and blessed toasts
on her bestow,
the one and only one
Miss Annie Shillelagh!
Then came one day an English gent
who'd been from Wellington to Ghent
an' sure did fall for our Miss Annie Shillelagh.
"I say, I'll take you 'round the world
if only you shall be my girl
and make me the happiest man in East Angli-a!"
But Annie just laughed an' tossed her head
that was kissed with hair of the hottest red
an' said "Sorr, sure as my name's Annie Shillelagh
you could put me in a flyin' hack
an' drive me up to the moon an' back
but Ireland is where my heart belongs-a."
So hi-de-ho lads,
here we go
to meet the finest wench
God ever made-a,
and blessed toasts
on her bestow,
the one and only one
Miss Annie Shillelagh!
So then His Nibs got awful mad
an' just like a pilferin' limey cad
he grabbed the arm of our Miss Annie Shillelagh.
"You shall be mine!" that devil did hiss
an' moved in for a vi'lent kiss
but that was the worst thing he could ever do-a.
She tossed him high across the floor,
he flew right through the open door
an' ne'er again did he fret Miss Annie Shillelagh.
The topers swept her off her feet
an' marched her right down Boru Street,
an' all hurrahed the pride of Ireland-a!
So hi-de-ho all,
there she goes,
the finest servin' wench
God ever made-a.
Let's blessed toasts
on her bestow,
the one and only one
Miss Annie Shillelagh!
(One more time!)
So hi-de-ho all...etc.
DB/3.2022
Happy St. Patrick's Day, all ye boyos and lasses!🍀
