ITCHES IN MY BRITCHES (Traditional / Arr: Galleon)

I was born of West Cork parents, one day when I was young,
That's how the West Cork dialect became my native tongue,
That I was a pretty boy, my Mother she would vow,
The girls all ran to kiss me, I wish they'd do it now.

Chorus:
O' I'd wish they'd do it now, o' I'd wish they'd do it now,
I've got itches in my britches and I wish they'd do it now.

When I was only three months old, the girls would fondle me,
They'd hug me too their big bosoms and bounce me on their knees,
They'd rock me in the cradle and if I made a row,
They'd cuddle me and kiss me, I wish they'd do it now.

At eighteen months as fine a lad as ever could be seen,
I was the apple of every woman's eye from here to Skibbereen,
They'd make a chain of buttercups and they'd place it on my brow,
They'd roll me in the clover, I wish they'd do it now.

When I was eighteen years or so the girls would play with me,
Out in the summer sunshine we'd swim the River Lee,
And when they wore their birthday suits, I never made a row,
They'd rub me nice all over, I wish they'd do it now.


It's awful lonely for a lad to lead a single life,
I think I'll go to the dance tonight and I'll find myself a wife,
My fortune it is six fat pigs, likewise a right fat sow,
There'll be love and hairy bacon for the girl who'll have me now.

Last Chorus:
For the girl who'll have me now, for the girl who'll have me now,
There'll be love and hairy bacon for the girl who'll have me now.