As I Was Going Into The Fair of Athy
Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney
Location: New Edition, page 66
As I was going into the fair of Athy,
I spied an oul’ petticoat hanging up on high.
I took off my trousers and hung them up high
To keep that old petticoat warm
The petticoat fluttered, and made a loud noise,
It lifted its tail and lost feminine poise,
And all round its flounces it wrapped my corduroys.
Old trousers I hope you’re in form.
The night of the wedding, the night of the fun,
The night of the wedding she had a big son.
The father is dead, he was shot with a gun,
And the neighbours maintained ‘twas no harm.