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Originally posted by HandyAndyIn Glenravels Glen there lives a man who some would call a God,
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye..
For he could cure the dead or take your life and his price was thirty bob.
Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jig in spring and the breeze,
In the dead of night a man steps by - McIlhatton if you please.
Chorus
"McIlhatton", you blurt, "We need you," cry a million shakin' men.
"Where are your sacks of barley? Will your likes be seen again?
Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl that he loves,
May your fiddle play and the poitin cheer your company up above."
There's a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitin is on the air,
The Birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere.
At Skerries rock the fox is out and by god he's chasing the hounds,
And the only thing in dacent shape is buried beneath the ground.
In McIlhattons house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs,
The goats collapsed, the dogs run away and there's salmon down the bogs.
He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen,
But they'll never catch McIlhatton 'cause he'll never come back again.
Originally posted by pawnfondlerYeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
apparently they wanted to die that day.
must have been bad pie.
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds —
The only good commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Huh!
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Originally posted by NordlysAye, it's a darlin' poem it is. Bless your heart and thanks for sharing it..
In Glenravels Glen there lives a man who some would call a God,
For he could cure the dead or take your life and his price was thirty bob.
Come winter,summer, frost all over, a jig in spring and the breeze,
In the dead of night a man steps by-McIlhatton if you please.
Chorus
"McIlhatton", you blurt"We need you,"cry a million shakin'men.
"Where are y ...[text shortened]... e on the Glen,
But they'll never catch McIlhatton 'cause he'll never come back again.