[Verse] Pour it out slow on the kitchen stone, Sticky and red, but it's all my own. They dug up my pot at the end of the rainbow, Now I've been round to collect again. [Chorus] A coin's a coin and a debt's a debt, And I haven't finished counting yet. [Verse] One... two... three... four... Five... six... seven. Seven for Doyle, who hid them in his boots, I had to take his feet to get them loose. He gets about the parish on his knees, And tells the lads he lost them to a freeze [Chorus] A coin's a coin and a debt's a debt, And I haven't finished counting yet. [Verse] Eight... nine... ten... eleven... twelve... Thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... sixteen. Nine for the bride with my gold in her ring, I chewed it off before the choir could sing. The groom got the rest of her, fair's fair, I only wanted what was mine in there. [Chorus] A coin's a coin and a debt's a debt, And I haven't finished counting yet. [Verse] Seventeen... eighteen... nineteen... Twenty... twenty-one... twenty-two. Six from the priest who swallowed them for God, I got them back up with a fishing rod. [Build] That's twenty-two, and that leaves one, And I know who, and what you've done. I can smell it on you from over here, Warm in your pocket since last year. [Climax] Go on and turn your pockets out, Or I'll go in and dig about. You picked it up off a bar room floor, Finders keepers? I've heard that one before. Twenty-three. [Final Chorus] A coin's a coin and a debt's a debt, And there's room in the pot for one more yet. Spend it or bury it, give it away, I'll cut it back out of you anyway. [Outro] There now, my darling, all shining and full, Back out in the clover for the next poor fool.
