The Ball Of Kerrymuir
Four-and-twenty virgins come down from Inverness,
And when the Ball was over, there were four-and-twenty less,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all..
There was doin' in the parlor, there was doin' on the stones,
But ya couldn't a hear the music for the wheezin' and the groans,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The undertaker, he was there, all wrapped up in a shroud,
Swingin' from the chandelier, and peein' on the crowd,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The village cripple, he was there, ah he could not do much,
So he lined the ladies against the wall, and he did 'em with his crutch,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
Miss Mary McPherson was standin' way up front,
Some posies in her hand, and a carrot in her cunt,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The Village postman, he was there, but the poor man had the pox,
He could not do the lassies, so he did the letter box,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The Village Magician, he was there, he gave us all a laugh,
He pulled his foreskin over his head, and he vanished up his ass,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
A Bola de Kerrymuir
Quatro e vinte virgens vieram do Inverness
E quando o baile acabou, havia quatro e 20 menos
Cantando bolas para o seu parceiro, sua bunda contra a parede
Se você nunca transou num sábado à noite, nunca transou de verdade
Houve transa na sala, houve trans sobre as pedras
Mas você não podia ouvir a música por causa dos chiados e os gemidos
Cantando 'bolas para o seu parceiro, sua bunda contra a parede
Se você nunca transou num sábado à noite nunca transou de verdade
O coveiro, ele estava lá, tudo embrulhado em uma mortalha
Balançando do candelabro, e mijando sobre a multidão
Cantando bolas para o seu parceiro, sua bunda contra a parede
Se você nunca transou num sábado à noite nunca transou de verdade
O coxo da aldeia, ele estava lá, ah, ele não podia fazer muito
Assim, ele alinhou as senhoras contra a parede, e ele fez com sua muleta
Cantando bolas para o seu parceiro, sua bunda contra a parede
Se você nunca transou num sábado à noite nunca transou de verdade
A senhorita Mary McPherson estava bem na frente
Algumas flores na mão, e uma cenoura em sua boceta
Cantando bolas para o seu parceiro, sua bunda contra a parede
Se você nunca transou num sábado à noite nunca transou de verdade
O carteiro da vila, ele estava lá, mas o pobre homem tinha a varíola
Ele não podia fazer com as moças, então ele fez com a caixa de correio
Cantando bolas para o seu parceiro, sua bunda contra a parede
Se você nunca transou num sábado à noite nunca transou de verdade
O mágico da vila, ele estava lá, ele nos deu uma risada
Ele puxou o prepúcio sobre a sua cabeça, e ele desapareceu no rabo
Cantando bolas para o seu parceiro, sua bunda contra a parede
Se você nunca transou num sábado à noite nunca transou de verdade