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EWell me name it is Michael andA I’ve lived in Dublin all me life
EMy father was a Afarmer and me Emother was the B7farmers Ewife
EThey raised them up a family of girls to number Atwenty-one
EOf which I am theA youngest and meE blessed B7father’s only Eson
ENow living with so many girls ye’d Ethink me hair’d be in curls
AYe’d think I’d Ewear a Ascarf and Ehave me Aearrings Eset with B7pretty Epearls
EOh, but I am a master of a Aman with manly passion
EAnd I Aalways kiss thEe girls in a veB7ry manlyE fashion
EI wear a manly mustache and I Adrink me whiskey manly-like
AAnd all me Efriends’ll Awarn ye not to Apick a row with B7“manly EMike”
ELast week I kissed the sheriffs’ wife; Ashe kissed me back with little strife
EShe swore it Awas the Efinest kissA she’d Eever had in B7all her Elife
EBut the sheriff saw the kissin’ and Ahe swore upon his station
EHe’d use his Alegal Epowers to Achange Emy sB7ituatEion
EHe went to the magistrate and Atold him of my rampage
When Edrunk, IA fell Eupon his Awife and Etook uB7nfair aEdvantage
EHe swore that I had pulled a knife andA put it to his pretty wife
AAnd charged Eher for a kAiss or Eelse I’d Adisengage Eher B7very Elife
EAye, and other wrongful charges he Edrew up without true evidence
AAnd thus Econvinced tAhe magistErate that AI should Epay a B7recompenEse
EWell I had to stand the trial beAcause I refused to pay the fine
I sAmiled when it Eturn out, the Amagistrate;E he was a B7friend Eof mine
EYour honor, Mister Cassidy if Ayou have the capacity
EI’ll Agive bEack the Akiss I sEtole andA thus Eprove my vB7arassitEy
EWell the sheriff’s wife was willin’, and Athe sheriff had to curse and swear
EAs I Akissed the sEheriff’sA wife in tEhe coAurtroom Efrom the B7witness Echair
EWell, Ma’am, says the magistrate, is Athat the kiss you lost before?
EWell, says sAhe: I’mE not quite Asure; Eperhaps if AI could B7try one Emore
EThen she kissed me without ration, a Akiss of carnal passion
E‘Till Aall the Egirls were Ablushin’ and the Esheriff’s B7teeth were Egnashin’
EAraugh, proclaimed the magistrate, a Aclearer case I never saw
EFor boAth of yoEu are guiltAy of crimes not cEovered by B7the law E
ETo sentence you at all or to render aA conviction
EAs mucAh as somEe might likAe it it’s not in Emy jurisdiB7ction E
ESo I said to the gallery I’ll spend mAe next month’s salary
ETo celAebrate aEcross the sAtreet in the taveErn of O’MaB7llery E
ESure and anyone who comes they can heAlp me drink away my sin
EAnd evAeryone’sE invited. .A . but do not letE the sheriB7ff in E
EWell, we all rushed across the streetA in high anticipation
ETo celAebrate tEhe famous jAustice of the IriEsh nation B7 E
EThe word went round that drinks were Afree and people came from miles to see
EThe faArmer’s sEon who’d woAn the day and kisEsed his waB7y to libertEy
EWell by twos and by threes we all rusAhed into the drinkin’ hall
EYoung Amen and Eold men andA girls who were nEot men at B7all E
EAnd we drank all the beer that me monAthly wage would cover
EThen MAichael CEonway said Athat he would payE for yet aB7nother E
EWhen that was finish, Ill be bound, eAach other man put up a pound
EAnd weA drank uEntil we couAldn’t lift a glasEs to drinkB7 another roEund
EThen we all staggered home by the ligAht upon the summer moon
EAnd noA one thaEt was thereA that night got oEut of bed B7‘till afterE noon
EAnd that was the day I’ll remember foAndly all me life
EThe daAy that mEade me famoAus for the KissinE’ Of the SB7heriff’s WiEfe