Poxy Boggards - On Returning from Ireland lyrics

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Poxy Boggards - On Returning from Ireland lyrics

Well we all set sail for ireland 'Tis a place where good ale flows where the maidens are fair in the warm summers air and they sing songs that everyone knows God help you if you are an englishman for you better learn to drink quick for those damned irish lushes they drink their ale in flushes and they'll drink it all before you take a sip Chorus: We've been kicked out every pub in Ireland We've been beaten within inches of our lives For we act like a**es to those fair Irish la**es It's a wonder any one of us survived Well the la**es there are quite pretty you see Their beauty is the fairest work of art And their irish brew, can tame any rogue And send cupid's arrow through his heart But they talk too much and they won't shut up And those cursed women do not know their place For if you tell a bird to be seen and not heard She will haul right off and punch you in your face Chorus Well it was their I was drinking one fine mornin' A scaring up some pretty irish fun when behind me there loomed such a shadow and i leapt up from me seat for to run Well i swear it was a mountain of muscle that broke my jaw and threw me out the door 4 foot 7 was her height but her anger gave her might and she looks big when you're lying on the floor Chorus Well every wench gets a pinch on the arse when they pa** us with tankards of ale And we loves to flirts and lift up their skirts and offer them a fine english male Well I offered one a penny for a roll in the hay but that wench she cried and she (?) But that penny should be dear They don't make that in a year It's a wonder they make anything at all Chorus Well in good are the tales of our travels And from them we pray that you will learn That the girls from Arran's isle are much more than girls and smiles Though in our English hearts for them we yearn Like whiskey and bitters are moth and it's flame A more volatile of mixtures can't be paired So when you go a traveling If that bodice your unraveling Belongs to an Irish La**ie be prepared Chorus (x2)

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