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There's a bandy legged barmaid serving pints in Carrigtoole
In a cozy little pub outside the town
And a broken hearted banker drinking pints of Murphy brew
And getting mouldy drunk on half a crownHe was known as old Cultru by the folks of Carrigtoole
He was thinner than he felt inclined to tell
But despite his lanky shanks, he was worshipped on the banks
And the agent's daughter smiling in as wellNow she was twenty-one and weighed near half a ton
And they used to have to feed her from the stall
But he loved that double chin with the passion of the tin
And he'd often used to roll her down to YoughalTwas one evening at a dance when the two seemed in a trance
And the dinner gong was sounded through the hall
And with a hurlish girlish giggle and a devil of a wiggle
She up and smashed the passage through the wallWell ould Cultru caught her hand and he landed in the band
And spoiled some dreamy dance tune they were playing
And scattered all around up the walls and on the ground
Lay the bodies of the dancers who'd been swayingAnd when he woke at dawn with his shirt and waistcoat torn
He decided that he'd stagger home to rest
And when he passed the supper room, he noticed through the gloom
A sight that mad his heart stop in his breast
For his light of love lay drowned in a vat of Irish stew
A clump of carrots clutched against her breastNow there's a bandy legged barmaid serving pints in Carrigtoole
In a dirty little pub outside the town
And a broken hearted banker drinking pints of Murphy brew
And getting mouldy drunk on half a crown
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