the lads

I CANT WAIT TILL MYSELF AND JIM ARE FULL AS BOOTS SOME NIGHT IN SOME PUB RATTLING OFF COWS WITH GUNS FLOWING INTO SICK NOTE AND THEN INTO FATHER ABRAHAM, I'm sure it will be extremely entertaining for all those people watching, ah who am i kiddin.

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I WOULDN'T THANK YOU FOR IT SIR, I WOULDN'T WANT IT, D'WANT TA HEAR A TUNE SIR, I LEARNT DIS TUNE FROM A BLIND HARPOONIST UP IN DONEGAL, ITS CALLED THE MANGLED BADGER