I prayed for you when I climbed the reek

Me feet in bits, no boots or laces

I prayed for you at the shrine in Knock

I prayed for you at the Galway races

Chicer makes, but not to worry

Always a word for the nuns and priests

Here, shake the hand that shook the hand

Of the holy woman from the east



And I want a G from Pat Mc Gee



Sound sham , sound as a bell

Thunder , youre wide yourself

Sound Sham sound as a bell

Thunder , youre wide yourself



All dressed up and comb the thatcher

The gimp and grace of an honest thief

You wheeze chice and leave it with me

Packets sham that youre corn beef

Pipe the gomey on the laygeft hammer

The dust in his juke is burning a hole

Step right up sir, find the lady

nothing less than a score a go.



And I want a G from Pat McGee



Biros, biros, bingo, biros

Lighters, lighters, four for a pound

Recent photos of Saint Patrick

Virgin burger and a garlic shroud

Deck chairs, deck chairs, rakes of deck chairs.

For when the pope mobile comes round

Were on a beano!

Tom sham , sound sham sound.

Tom sham , sound sham sound



I prayed for you................



Whos his jills with the valentine slider

Sling him a lush hes a miller to go

Plank the monkey, you can kiss my relic

Button your clawber, your a holy show

And I want a G from Pat McGee



Sound Sham.........