Sunday Morning Mcgee
In a little Irish village
Just south of Dublin town
Lies a little Catholic church
With little houses scattered 'round
It was a bright cool Sunday morning
When the bells started ringing
And the people started coming
As the choir started singing
McGee put on his coat
His hat, his tie and vest
For every Sunday morning
He was sure to look his best
Although wifey was away
He could still hear her saying
"No Pub today, My sunshine,
It's in church, You will be praying"
So reluctantly McGee strolled in
And found himself a pew
There He sat in utter silents
Not sure of what to do
Then, no sooner the Mass began
There came a chilling roar
Gods immortal enemy
Was standing at the door
Some people screamed
Some people cried
But they all ran from the church
Trampling one another
While McGee sat un-besmirched
The Devil asked McGee
"Don't you want to scream for aid"
McGee replied " Not really, It's not like, that I'm afraid"
Then Satan asked McGee
"Are you familiar with my name"
McGee replied " Yes indeed
And know all about your game"
"So why aren't you running now
With your heart all filled with fear"
" It's because, Dark one, I've been married
To your sister, thirty years
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