The Blarney Stone

Get off my ass, ya wee bitty fuck
 If I pull out the claymore, you're shit outta luck
 Who's that girl, that pretty young thing?
 After I fuck 'er, she'll get up and sing
 Aye, aye, aye
 Sharpen your boot and bludgeon your eye
 Aye, aye, aye
 The Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye
 Down to the pub for a two shilling ale
 The bread on the counter is going stale
 If I don't get some fresh bread soon
 Gon' punch in your face and bark at the Moon
 Aye, aye, aye
 Sharpen your boot and bludgeon your eye
 Aye, aye, aye
 The Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye
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 Ain't got no girl 'cause I haven't the time
 Got too many other things on me mind
 Patty was nice, she was pale and cute
 But I threw her away like an old piece of fruit
 Aye, aye, aye
 Sharpen your boot and bludgeon your eye
 Aye, aye, aye
 The Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye
 Got ooze in my pores, my feet are all wet
 Got mold in my ears, but I ain't dead yet
 Got stones in me bladder, got a crack in me head
 When Patty starts cryin', this is what I'll say
 Aye, aye, aye
 Sharpen your boot and bludgeon your eye
 Aye, aye, aye
 The Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye