The Chieftains Reunion

Lyrics

While on the road to sweet Athy I saw a petticoat hangin' to dry I took off my britches and hung them nearby To bear the petticoat company She comes from the mountains, they're stout and they're black I'd love to be tickling the small of her back She comes from the town, her soft eyes are brown I'd love to be stretching her garter Maggie O'Mara once said to me I'll never get married never said she However today she's married to me The mother of seven grandchilder