He Rode The Hole Off Me

On a warm June night by the pale moonlight

Young Mikey McGann came saunterin' by

He stood tall and straight by the old churchyard gate

Not a thought in his head but he caught me eye

He talked of the land as he touched me hand

He drew me in close in the soft fadin' light

His lips brushed on mine by the old mossy shrine

And a warm funny feelin' came over me that night

I was dyin' for the ride and out went me pride

So I whipped off me knickers and let meself free

Bent over double without any trouble

And then he rode the hole off me

Now the turf needin' cuttin' in the bog of Moycotton

As I worked through the heat of a long summer's day

Then yer man Jimmy Brogan from the banks of Kilrogan

Came strollin' on over without much to say

He helped with the load before we hit the road

And we gossiped and laughed in the soft fadin' light

Then he dropped the hand and Lord it was grand

And a warm funny feelin' came over me that night

I was dyin' for the ride and out went me pride

So I whipped off me knickers and let meself free

Bent over double without any trouble

And then he rode the hole off me

In the chapel so dreary at the wake of O'Leary

Pints flowed like prayers for the soul gone astray

Met a stranger so grand with a glass in his hand

Handsome and quiet in his grief-stricken way

We toasted the dead as the stories we spread

Comfort in whiskey by the hearth's glowin' light

His whisper so low sent a rush down below

And a warm funny feelin' came over me that night

I was dyin' for the ride and out went me pride

So I whipped off me knickers and let meself free

Bent over double without any trouble

And then he rode the hole off me

And then he rode the hole off me