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Lyrics by Daniel O'Donnell
(amended, in places by Whirley)


If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little thong
Of a flower that's now doped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates,
Though each holds aloft its proud head.
Twas given to me by a twit that I know,
Since we've met, faith I've known no repose.
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest Twit,
And I call her my wild Irish Nose.

My wild Irish Nose, the sweetest flower that grows.
You may search everywhere, but none can compare with my wild Irish Nose.
My wild Irish Nose, the dearest flower that grows (& wilts when I sing),
And some day for her own sake, she may leave or put plugs in her ears, Oh me wild Irish Nose.

oh deary me whoops

haa haa DOD you're rubbish.............

His wife is called Majella Mclennan. He is a mammys boy, all the old ladies love him and wonna cuddle him and give him stubble burn.
They all wish their sons had turned out like him, God love the old things!

I love him really bless him........splurt

who?

Confession! my ex bore a distinct resemblance to DOD ..........but he couldn't sing as well LOL (I suspect as Whirley previously said that he really batted for the other side ........... sure can pick them!)

Rosex

Thanks Mo, thanks Rose, I am crying with laughter........

can't really think of him and sex in the same sentence

Stella, is that DOD or my ex ? lol I had that problem too................
pass the tissues please!

Rosex