Irish Blues

Do you love an apple,

Do you love a pear,

Do you love a laddie with curly brown hair?

But still I love him, and I`ll not deny him

I`ll go with him wherever he goes

He stands at the corner

A fag in his mouth

Two hands in his pockets

He whistles me out

But still I love him, and I`ll not deny him

I`ll go with him wherever he goes

He works in a factory

For nine bob a week

Come saturday night

He comes rolling home drunk

But still I love him, and I`ll not deny him

I`ll go with him wherever he goes

Before I got married I wore a grey shawl

But now that I`m married, I`ve nothing at all

But still I love him, and I`ll not deny him

I`ll go with him wherever he goes

Before I got married, I sported and played

But now the cradle it gets in me way

But still I love him, and I`ll not deny him

I`ll go with him wherever he goes