The Old Barn

I remember the old rustic barn Long ago in the sweet month of May My sister Louise and her newly found squeeze Were having a roll in the hay She'd sneak to the neighborhood bar And drink with young Larry and Chuck She'd dance on a table, all willing and able And take off her clothes for a buck They'd pay just one dollar for a whoop and a holler And an evening of boisterous play Then they'd head for the barn, for some fun and a yarn And dance til the sunrise broke day At four in the morning, when day was a dawning Old Pappy had gone for his gun He crept up the ladder to the boys who had "had" her And shouted they all better run "I'll bring in the law to those lads in the straw So, come outta your hiding place please!' The boys did appear, each clutching a beer And jumped from the loft to the floor As naked as jays they ran separate ways Trying to make for the door With a shriek of denial Louise ran for a mile Dressed in her silk pantaloons And I think of that day As I chuckle away At those bare bottomed Chaps of eighteen And Louise met a farmer who tried hard to calm her And keep her away from the skids She cooked and she sewed and kept the grass mowed And bore the old geezer six kids