Oh, you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
You'll get a belt from your da

Verse 1:
You really have your old man's nose
How crimson in the dark it glows
If you're not asleep when the boozers close
You'll get a belt from your da

Verse 2:
You look so scruffy lying there
Strawberry jam all through your hair
In all the world you haven't a care
And your mammy's got so many

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Verse 3:
'Though you have no silver sppon
Better days are coming soon
Your sister's working at the mill
And she gets her pay on Friday

Verse 4:
Perhaps someday we'll make a splash
If the Irish Sweeps provide the cash
We'll have a house that's oh, so posh
And we'll buy your da a brewery
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Verse 5:
You really have your old man's face
You're growing up a real hard case
But no one else can take your place
So go to sleep for mammy