Sean Joyce

Rookie (17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

The Fling


Fiddles to the left
And the feral goat
fiddles to the right
from the men in the boat

Drinks to the left
And wave the red flag
The same to the right
And we’ll all have a drag

Food to the left
food to the right
We’ll be here all day
in the middle of the night

Now remember
I’m first, your 2nd
Beethoven’s 5th
and I’m going home
after this

Have you got a lift? No?
I’ll dropp you off at the cross
But not a word about, you know...
‘course not, d’ya think I’m an ejit

Submitted: Thursday, January 25, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, January 04, 2011
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