Grandson of New Limerick (Son of New Limerick contd.)

I approached he to remonstrate
"Your language is simply not great!"
She started to cry
Then spat in my eye

I approached her to remonstrate
" Your language is simply not great!
She started to cry

I approached her to remonstrate
"Your language is simply not great!

There once was a lady from Woking
Whose rudeness was most provoking
She shouted and swore
Shocked me to the core
Twas enough to drive me to smoking

I approached her to remonstrate

There once was a lady from Woking
Whose rudeness was most provoking
She shouted and swore
Shocked me to the core

There once was a lady from Woking
Whose rudeness was most provoking
She shouted and swore

There once was a lady from Woking
Whose rudeness was most provoking

Now that was some tale to be told
Just wait while I let it unfold
That heap of earth, strange...
Those motels never change
This story is leaving me cold.

There once was a lady from Woking

Now that was some tale to be told
Just wait while I let it unfold
That heap of earth, strange...
Those motels never change

Now that was some tale to be told:
Just wait while I let it unfold
That heap of earth, strange...

Now that was some tale to be told
Just wait while I let it unfold
Some said He'd killed Mum

Now that was some tale to be told:
Just wait while I let it unfold

She'd left just then with another
His more handsome younger brother
Who not only was rich
But had a strange twitch
When you mentioned his late mother

Now that was some tale to be told:

She'd left just then with another
His more handsome younger brother
Who not only was rich
But had a strange twitch

She'd left just then with another
His more handsome younger brother
Who not only was rich

She'd left just then with another
His more handsome younger brother

There was an old sailor from Newquay
Who was feeling rather pukey,
He'd drunk too much rum
Which was awfully dumb
As he'd fancied a young beauty

She'd left just then with another

There was an old sailor from Newquay
Who was feeling rather pukey,
He'd drunk too much rum
Which was awfully dumb

There was an old sailor from Newquay
Who was feeling rather pukey,
He'd drunk too much rum

There was an old sailor from Newquay
Who was feeling rather pukey,

I am off in the car to Seahouses
Me, my brother and our spouses
We love the North coast
Runswick Bay the most
And all the well-stocked ale-houses

There was an old sailor from Newquay

I am off in the car to Seahouses
Me, my brother and our spouses
We love the North coast
Runswick Bay the most

I am off in the car to Seahouses
Me, my brother and our spouses
We love the North coast

I am off in the car to Seahouses
Me, my brother and our spouses

Me, my brother and our spouses