ROSE OF TRALEE

 

 Rose of Tralee!

Will I find you midst the members,

Of rusty, trashed, abandoned cars?

Or pulling pints of 'Liffy Water,'

In countless seedy run-down bars?

Sure, beauty lies with the beholder,

And I'm not lithe enough to see,

But the rose that's tattooed on my backside,

Is fairer, far, I'm sure, than thee!

 

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