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O'Reillys Daughter
I was sitting by the fire, enjoying O'Reilly's whiskey and water
Suddenly, the thought come into me head, that I have never had his
daughter
Yic a dy o & Yic a dy yea
Yic a dy yic for the one-eyed Reilly
Yic a dy o & Yic a dy yea
Yic a die a die tray bum
Slowly up the stairs I crept,
And I put me left leg over
She didn't say yes, she didn't say no,
But she laughed like hell when
it was over
We did it standing, we did it lying,
And if she were a bird, we'd a-done
it flying
Slowly down the stairs I crept,
Who should I meet but the one-eyed Reilly
Two horse pistols in his hand,
Looking for the man who shagged his daughter
O'Reilly took a shot at me,
But he missed me by a mile and a quarter
Hit his daughter on the spot,
Right on the spot where she makes water
I grabbed O'Reilly by the hair,
And shoved his head in a bucket of water
I shoved them pistols up his arse,
A damned sight quicker than I
shagged his daughter
Now I'm gettin' old and gray,
And me hair is gettin' shorter
But I'll remember to me dying day,
The night I had O'Reilly's daughter
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