Another instance of ‘Never say anything interesting around a bard’. A friend dared me to write this song, and I couldn’t resist.
Sung to the tune of “Irish Washer Woman”
- Chorus:
- Oh, come here, my lass
- Why do you tease me?
- For I’ve heard all these rumors
- And just want to see
- What makes girls diff’rent
- Under that skirt?
- Come here and show me
- Surely one peek won’t hurt!
- “Oh, no” says the lass,
- “I shall not show you!
- For oft lads do tease!
- My ma says! It’s true!”
- “Oh, please, says the lad
- “Just one peek will do
- I won’t tell anyone
- And neither will you!
- (Chorus)
- “I shall not!” she cried
- “For if my father knew
- His anger’s quite fearsome!
- He’d tear me in two!”
- “Pretty please?” said the lad
- “I shall pay for the gift!
- I’ll show you mine, too
- If you do get me drift.”
- (Chorus)
- “Oh, fine then! She mutters.
- “Come here, if you please.”
- The lass lifts her skirt
- Clear up past her knees
- The lad takes his peek
- His eyes grow round and wide
- The lass asks to see
- What she’s long been denied.
- (Chorus)
- The lad lifts his kilt.
- The lass softly sighs
- “Can I at least touch it,
- This strange thing you prize?
- The lad shakes his head
- Then softly does scoff
- “Oh lass, ye can’t touch it,
- For you’ve broken yours off!”