Lucifer and the Irish Hen

[helgi]

Lucifer and the Irish Hen

Oh I'll mind me manners,
Oh I'll mind me manners,
And I hope you don't
Mind,
Me kind,
Of manners!
Cause I ain't got no manners,
Nor I never 'ad no manners,
Dooooon't teach me manners,
Don't you even try!
...
Born to prophesy,
And bound to boorish prose,
I bought me a hen,
Paid less than ten,
And sold 'er for me clothes,
...
Never was a feathered cousin,
Traded for so much,
Lucifer was fond of her,
And told it to 'er much
...
Born to prophesy,
And bound to boorish prose,
Half of what I know,
I don't even wanna know