The Bear and the Butcher Boy (исполнитель: Gaelic Storm)

[bad word] Wrapped up in brown paper, tied up with white string He would whistle as he went. When he was happy, he would sing.
 
Billy Batty was a butcher boy, he rode a butcher's bike, Down Dublin's dirty back streets at the dawning of daylight. He loved a girl named Lucy, Lucy loved another lad, soldier tall and handsome, this made young Billy sad.
 
One day the circus came to town it had a dancing bear, Billy had to go for he knew she would be there. The second he rode up he know that something was awry, The crowd was all a gallop, Yelling [bad word] before you die!"
 
Well the bear was mad with hunger as he broke free from his chain. He rampaged through the big top when all at once he came, Across the poor young Lucy, lying curled up on the ground, The soldier boy was hiding he was nowhere to be found.
 
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Now Billy heard her screams and he knew at once what he must do, He took up on his [bad word] bike and to her aid he flew. He cycled right up to the bear and threw a piece of meat, The bear spun right around and he caught that beefy treat.
 
He scarfed it down with just one bite and looked up for some more. Around in circles, Billy trailing sausage on the floor. Just out of reach he kept him, as he lured the beast away . The bear had got a taste, now brave young Billy was his prey.
 
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Three times around the tent, well the creature had stop, He rested and he thought, then he began to skip and hop. He danced a polka and a waltz to everyone's delight, The crowd began to clap and cheer and such a wondrous site.
 
Billy tossed the bear a lamb chop and a mighty t-bone steak. The dancing just got faster and the ground began to shake. He swallowed whole two turkeys, strings of sausages galore, Then full, he gently lay down and began to loudly snore.
 
Well the crowd went wild with pleasure as to our hero Lucy ran, She forgot the soldier boy, now brave young Billy was her man. Now the moral of this story is, if ya want to win your Lucy, You better have a [bad word] bike or a sausage plump and juicy. sausage plump and juicy!
 
Wrapped up in brown paper, tied up with white string, Now he never whistles, Every day, every day he sings. Every day, every day he sings.
 
Well you've got: Chitterlings and chicken wings, Liver, tongue and tail, Gizzards, skirt or marrowbone, Game-hen, grouse or quail.
 
Trotters, t-bone, venison, Brisket, neck or jowl, Partridge, duck or turkey, Pheasant, guinea fowl.
 
Rib Eye, round or sirloin, [bad word] or flank. Pudding, bacon, rashers, Porterhouse or Shank
 
Haggis, ham or sweat bread Kidney, heart or hocks Rabbit, mutton, scratchings, rack of lamb or chops.
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