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