Sitting by the fire one night, I was drinking gin and water,
Suddenly a thought came to my mind, like to shag O'Reilly's daughter.
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Tiddle I I, tiddle I aye, Tiddle I I for the one eyed Reilly,
Rub it up, stuff it up, balls and all, hey jig a jig tres bon.
While walking through the town one day, who should I meet but O'Reilly's daughter,
Just these words to her did say, "don't you think we really oughter".
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Took her gently by the hand, on she came like a horse to water,
Laid her down upon the bed, then I cocked my left leg over.
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Shagged and shagged her on the bed, shagged and shagged until I stove her,
Quickly lost her maidenhead, laughed like hell 'till the fun was over.
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Footsteps heard upon the stairs, old man Reilly bent on slaughter,
Two Horse Pistols in his belt, looking for the man who shagged his daughter.
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Grabbed O'Reilly by the hair, stuck his head in a pail of water,
Rammed two pistols up his butt, turned right round and shagged his daughter.
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Come on all you maidens fair, answer me right quick not slyly,
Do you want it straight and true, or the way I gave it to the one-eyed Reilly.
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Now I'm growing old and grey, and my tool is growing shorter,
But until my dying day, I'll remember O'Reilly's daughter.
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