I think of the time we were both of us kids
it was me who would stand up for you
id beat anybody who’d pick on my brother
Id pummel ‘em purple and blue
But here i am now looking after to you still
and the girls say im out of my head
and pity a woman the burden of life
with a brother whose never been wed
Oh its a pity our parent are dead.
St. Lauretta i dont even mind if the girl isnt virginal
Fat chance these days there’s probably 3 of us left in all Ireland
St Lauretta with all of the scandel you hear and you read of today
Oh, whats the whole world coming to anyway?
And now and again MR. Carney proposes
and all i can say is “not yet”
My brother her needs me
Who else has he got but a girl who he still hasnt met!
And now and again I see grey in your hair
and i notice the grey in mine too.
Oh pity a woman the burden of life
how much more do i have to go through?
God sent you this girl
Alfie, give it a whirl
Or ill bash in your head with my shoe.
St. Lauretta is countin on you.