Easy And Slow

It was down by Christ Church that I first met with Annie

A neat little girl and not a bit shy

She told me her father had come from Dungallen

And would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye

And what's that to any man, whether or no

Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow

And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe

All down the way Thomas Street, down to the levy

The sunlight was gone, and the evening grew dark

Along Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffy

My arms were around her, beyond in the park

And what's that to any man, whether or no

Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow

And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe

Oh, from city or country, a girl is a jewel

And well made for grippin', the most of the while

But any young fellow is really a fool

If he tries at the first time to go a bit far

And what's that to any man, whether or no

Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow

And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe

And if ever ye´ go, to the town of Dungallen

You can search ´till your eyeballs are empty and blind

Be you lyin´ or walking or sitting or running

A girl like Annie you´ll never find

And what's that to any man, whether or no

Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow

And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe