Mother Dearest Mother, May I Go to the Fair?
Mother, dearest Mother, may I go to the Fair?
Roger the lodger is sure to be there
He'll hug me and caress me and love me for my sake
Mother, dearest Mother, may I go to the wake?
Daughter, dearest Daughter, be wise and beware
Of the Roger the lodger from Kildare
He'll hug you and caress you and love you for your sake
But keep your legs together coming home from the wake
Nelly, darling Nelly, was dressed up like a queen
White silken stockings and an underskirt of green
He treated to whiskey and he treated her to Jake
And he introduced her to old Feagan coming home from the wake
Six months are over and six months are gone
Poor little Nelly isn't feeling very strong
Her legs are all a-quiver, her belly is all a-quake
All because of Feagan coming home from the wake.
Nine months are over, Nine monthes are past
Poor little Nelly has dropped her load at last
She'll hug it and caress it and love it for it's sake
And call Feagan's bastard coming home the wake.
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