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

The judge had looked stern and angry
While the jury stared at him blankly
He showed no remorse
Just jumped on his horse

The judge had looked stern and angry
While the jury stared at him blankly
He showed no remorse

The judge had looked stern and angry
While the jury stared at him blankly

I heard he was finally arrested
Although he had strongly protested
He put up a fight
But protests too light
And prison time not contested.

The judge had looked stern and angry

I heard he was finally arrested
Although he had strongly protested
He put up a fight
But protests too light

I heard he was finally arrested
Although he had strongly protested
He put up a fight

I heard he was finally arrested
Although he had strongly protested

There once was a grumpy old codger
Who made life too hard for his lodger
He’d shout and he d swear
And the rent was unfair
And he was a well-known tax dodger

I heard he was finally arrested

There once was a grumpy old codger
Who made life too hard for his lodger
He’d shout and he d swear
And the rent was unfair

There once was a grumpy old codger
Who made life too hard for his lodger
He’d shout and he d swear

There once was a grumpy old codger
Who made life too hard for his lodger

His friend played bagpipes in a band
I went along to give a hand
I plumped up his bellows
And those of his fellows
I really think kilts should be banned!

There once was a grumpy old codger

His friend played bagpipes in a band
I went along to give a hand
I plumped up his bellows
And those of his fellows

His friend played bagpipes in a band
I went along to give a hand
I plumped up his bellows

His friend played bagpipes in a band
I went along to give a hand

There was a wee lad from Dumfries
Who was the first son of my niece
He looked sweet in his kilt
But unfortunately spilt
A wee dram all over his knees

His friend played bagpipes in a band

There was a wee lad from Dumfries
Who was the first son of my niece
He looked sweet in his kilt
But unfortunately spilt

There was a wee lad from Dumfries
Who was the first son of my niece
He looked sweet in his kilt

There was a wee lad from Dumfries
Who was the first son of my niece

Sorry

There was a wee lad from Dumfries
Who the first son of my niece

He already weighs twenty three stone
Now me, I look more like a bone
So nice to be slim
I'm glad I'm not him
But a skinny and bony old crone.

There was a wee lad from Dumfries

He already weighs twenty three stone
Now me, I look more like a bone
So nice to be slim
I'm glad I'm not him

He already weighs twenty three stone
Now me, I look more like a bone
So nice to be slim

He already weighs twenty three stone
Now me, I look more like a bone