Tekst:
The Mighty Regis Co Sligo

I ain't never had no Lucky Charms My feckin' stout ain't green Don't worry 'bout catching no leprechauns And my Irish eyes don't gleam Won't have me

I lost my job at the mill today Now I can't go home I lost my will to work that way Now I can't go home I lost my money so I cannot pay Now I can't go

(Chorus) In 1921 they left the mist of old West Meade Three Brothers went a-sailing across the raging seas In the Apple, up in Bean Town and down in

werewolf hunting tour Me mother became a werewolf I swear to you it's true Me mother became a werewolf Oh what the hell are we to do We caught her in County Sligo