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IRISH LIMERICKS There once was a girl from Killarney, Who had heard every man's blarney; But true love came her way When she met one fine day A young man whose name was McCarney! There once was a lass from Kildare With lovely long golden hair; She cut off her tresses To buy some new dresses To wear to the Kildare Spring fair! A man from Killarney was he, Full of mischief and malarky; He was down on his luck Till he sold his old truck Now his pockets are full of money! The banshee was howling with glee As death came upon my pappy - But Pappy rose out of bed, and said "I'M NOT DEAD! I'm just feeling rather crappy!" A sweet Irish lassie named Rose Liked to feel the grass with her toes; She was taken by surprise and could not believe her eyes When her toes turned green as her clothes! Countrymom 2/19/05
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