Colleen Is Riding a Pipe To Dublin
Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin town.
She’s dressed in the greens, wearing a gown.
I wonder if she will ride the pipe to me? Asked a clown.
The rest of us stared at him, one gave him a frown.
The news went through the pub, to everyone around.
Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin, is she quite sound?
I decided to have more shepherd pie and stick around.
Colleen’s arrival was announced at midnight by a hound.
Of course she would arrive on St. Patrick’s Day!
We surrounded the pipe and whisked Colleen away.
Her face was a map of Ireland, we invited her to stay.
All of us recognizing a lassie who loved to play!
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