Irish Folk Song

By Tom B. Taker on

Peggy was shy and so was I
She held me hand by the old pig-sty
Mother Piggy crooned a lullaby
When Peggy held me hand by the old pig-sty

Peggy said she loved her own god
I shot her in the head and left her in the sod
Be she sweet or be she shy
Disrespect me God and she’ll have to die

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  1. R2 | Reply

    Sounds positvely Islomic…except for the pigs of course.

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