Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Sitting in old Reilly’s bar one day, Drinking whiskey, passing water, Suddenly a thought came to my mind, I’d like to fuck old Reilly’s daughter.

CHORUS: Giddy-I-A, giddy-I-O, Giddy-I-A, for the one-eyed Reilly, Rough ‘em up, stuff’em up, balls and all, Play it on your old bass drum.

Her hair was black, her eyes were blue, The colonel, the major, and the captain sought her, The regimental goat and drummer boy too, But they never had a fuck with old Reilly’s daughter.

Lack O’Flanagan is my name, I’m the king of copulation, Drinking beer my claim to fame, Fucking women my occupation.

Walking through the town one day, Who should I meet but old Reilly’s daughter, Never a word to her did say, But, “Don’t you think we really oughter?”

Up the stairs and into bed, There I cocked my left leg over, Marianne was smiling then, Smiling still when the fuck was over.

Fucked her till her tits were flat, Filled her up with soapy water, She won’t get away with that, If she doesn’t have twins then she really oughter.

Suddenly footsteps on the stairs, Old man Reilly bent on slaughter, Bloody great pistol in his hand, Looking for the one who fucked his daughter.

He fired the pistol at my head, Missed me by an inch and a quarter, Hit his daughter Marianne, Right in the place where she passes water.

I grabbed old Reilly by the hair, Shoved his head in a bucket of water, Rammed his pistol up his ass, A damn sight quicker than I fucked his daughter.

Old man Reilly’s dead and gone, Shall we bury him? Not fucking likely, We’ll nail him to the shithouse door, And there we’ll bugger him twice nightly.

Come you virgins, maidens fair, Answer me quick and true, not slyly, Do you want it straight and square, Or the way I gave it to one-eyed Reilly?

Marianne’s dead but not forgotten, Let’s dig her up and fuck her rotten!