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Three Irishmen and the Clergy's
Three Irishmen by a window in stare At a building just over there From their heads their eyes pop Their mouths all agog So close they all are to swear "Would you look at that!" the first Irishman says "I've never seen this in all my days" The Methodist Pastor so near Into the building disappears "I don't think this is the place where he prays" No sooner are the words from his lips When a Rabbi appears from the slips With a quick look around He disappears without sound From his cassock, they see is a whip Lost for words so agape they now see Their Catholic Priest in front of them three With a knock on the door Like he's done this before Appears not a total mystery "Ah, now dat's sad." says the third Irishman "As usual they've allowed him to go in "One of da girls must have died" It's why they let him inside Be Jesus, it's a brothel, he's never to sin Now the Church Heads have finally disclosed That their clergy's have been so exposed No more their visitation No more their titillation That this place of ill repute's now closed
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