Paddy Crotty owned the local bakery here and us kids were fond of chanting;
Don't ever eat Crotty's old bread,
it will lie in your belly like lead-
your father will thunder,
your mother will wonder-
was he eating Crotty's old bread?
Obviously we were a little more precocious than some here;
In days of old a knight was bold
though frenchies weren't invented,
he wrapped his tool in cotton wool
and went to bed contented.
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