BULL OF KILDARE
(P.McCartney - Galleon)
This is a story about a great bull,
O his sexual life he's led to the full,
All the farmers around were mad I declare,
O to have their cows serviced by the bull of Kildare.
Bull of Kildare all the cows in the land,
Love your horns I swear,
Two mighty fine horns,
Have the Bull of Kildare.
Much has he travelled and much has he seen,
The Shorthorn and the Hereford and the old Aberdeen.
The Polly and the Charolais and the Jersey from Clare.
O they've all been in calf by the bull of Kildare.
In a far away desert there lived an oil sheik,
With a hundred young wives o that man was gone weak,
The wives were neglected they demanded fair play,
So the sheik sent a call for the bull of Kildare.
Coming back from the desert the bull passed through Belfast,
His hind quarters got caught in a mighty bomb blast,
Now the bull is not full that's the truth I do swear,
And the cows have no use for the bull of Kildare.
Bull of Kildare all the cows in the land miss,
Your horns I swear,
For the horns were blown off of,
The Bull of Kildare.