Home time
Two little dicky birds sitting in a tree
One of them was Meghan and the other was me
Says Meghan to her granda,what are you doing here
Ach sure wee honey don’t you know I love a beer
How you gonna get a beer, we’re sitting in a tree
Okay you might get money from somebody
But it sure ain’t gonna be me
I,m gonna wait here for your wee da
Then I,ll tell him that I,m not well
But I think if could get a wee beer
It might get me out of this hell
But I have to watch out for Sonya
Cause I know what she will say
Sean you better get a titter of wit
Cause you know that man is talking,a bucket load of shit
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