The Beggar Man
The harlot sang to the beggar-man I meet them face to face Conall, Cuchulain, Usna's boys All that most ancient race Maeve had three in an hour, they say I adore those clever eyes Those muscular bodies, but can get No grip upon their thighs Na nana na nana na Nana na nana daday Na nana na nana na Nana na nana I meet those long pale faces Hear their great horses, then Recall what centuries have passed Since they were living men That there are still some living That do my limbs unclothe But that the flesh my flesh has gripped I both adore and loathe. Ho-i Ay didly ay dil dy Didle ay dil dy - again Ay didly ay dil dy Didle ay dil dy Are those things that men adore and loathe Their sole reality? Who stood in the Post office With Pearse and Connolly? What comes out of the mountain Where men first shed their blood? Who thought Cuchulain till it seemed He stood where they had stood? Ay didly ay dil dy Didle ay dil dy - again Ay didly ay dil dy Didle ay dil dy Nobody like his body Has modern woman borne But an old man looking back on life Imagines it in scorn A statue's there to mark the place By Oliver Sheppard done So ends the tale that the harlot Sang to the beggar-man Ah dah dah dadah dah dah Dadah dah da dah! Again Ah dah dah dadah dah dah Dadah dah da dah One more time Ah dah dah dadah dah dah Dadah dah da dah Ta dah Ah dah dah dadah dah dah Ah fuckit finish there
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