June '25 Limerick (July '21 & July'23 continued)

I once wed a well travelled man
We toured round the world in his van

I dream of beaches in the sun
Sun loungers and cocktails, such fun
Relax , chill out, no more stress
Just enjoy pure happiness
That’s me and my darling own hun

I once wed a well travelled man

I dream of beaches in the sun
Sun loungers and cocktails, such fun
Relax, chill out, no more stress
Just enjoy pure happiness

I dream of beaches in the sun
Sun loungers and cocktails, such fun
Relax, chill out, no more stress

I dream of beaches in the sun
Sunloungers and cocktails, such fun

Summer is now on the way
Yet we still get rain every day
It makes us depressed
As we become obsessed
Trying to keep the damp away

I dream of beaches in the sun

Summer is now on its way
Yet we still get rain every day
It makes us depressed
As we become obsessed

Summer is now on its way
Yet we still get rain every day
It makes us depressed

Summer is now on its way
Yet still we get rain every day

A big crowd had gathered around
The man lay groaning on the ground
The police sirens were blaring
The mugger despairing
He wished he was homeward bound

Summer is on its way

A big crowd had gathered around
The man lay groaning on the ground
The police sirens were blaring
The mugger despairing

The police sirens were blaring

A big crowd had gathered around
The man lay groaning on the ground

A big crowd had gathered around

She had him begging her to stop
There was no need to call a cop
He just wanted to run
But tripped o'er a bun
The baker threw from inside his shop

She had him begging her to stop
There was no need to call a cop
He just wanted to run
But tripped o’er a bun

She had him begging her to stop
There was no need to call a cop
He just wanted to run

She had him begging her to stop
There was no need to call a cop

A street mugger grabbed for her bag
That mugger was soon very sad
He'd picked the wrong one
And this was no fun
He was rude and called her a hag

She had him begging her to stop

A street mugger grabbed for her bag
That mugger was soon very sad
He'd picked the wrong one
And this was no fun

A street mugger grabbed for her bag
That mugger was soon very sad
He'd picked the wrong one

A street mugger grabbed for her bag
That mugger was very soon sad

My grandmother was a true Celt
In karate she had a black belt
Half Irish, half Scot
Her temper was hot
When she knocked you down it was felt

A street mugger grabbed for her bag

My grandmother was a true Celt
In karate she had a black belt
Half Irish, half Scot
Her temper was hot

My grandmother was a true Celt
In karate she had a black belt
Half Irish, half Scot