NDC w.38, 2025 Genre: Celtic Punk Theme: Summer fling Lyrics: [Verse 1] I met meself an Irish gal 'Er 'air was copper, what a pal She gave me smile so bleedin' wide 'Er ways were gentle... for a while But 'er laugh'd wake the feckin' dead Me ears still ringin' in me 'ead That screamin' nearly drove me mad But I loved 'er... ah, not so bad 'Er looks were grand... from way back there [Chorus] So give me an Irish gal Mornin' and night Let 'er burn me dinner An' steal all the blankets, right *Sláinte to summer love!* [Verse 2] She danced like some mad thing, she did 'Til she stomped me foot an' near broke it 'Er singin' voice was... well, it's shite Like banshee with cold, ain't that right She cooked me spuds an' whatnot more But burned the feckin' water, I swore 'Er temper was worse than 'er red 'air Threw me boot straight at me 'ead there At least she 'ad good aim, I'll say that [Chorus] So give me an Irish gal Mornin' an' night Let 'er burn me dinner An' use me for target practice, right *Sláinte to summer madness!* [Bridge] Oh, the summer was short An' 'er patience was shorter She left with me wallet An' me best mate's daughter But the memories linger on... (Mostly the bruises an' the ringin' in me ears) [Final Verse] Now I'm back in the pub where it started Tellin' me tale to anyone who'll listen 'Bout the gal with the copper 'air An' lungs that could flatten the county fair So 'ere's to summer flings gone wrong An' the stories that make the best drinkin' songs May yer love be short an' yer beer be strong! [Chorus] So give me an Irish gal Mornin' and night Let 'er burn me dinner An' steal all the blankets, right *Sláinte to summer love!*
