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Who dares to speak of Donegal
You get kicks in the bars and kicks in the balls
The harp that played in Tara's halls
Is burning on the dump
Virginia is a gin town
Belturbot is a sin town
And all the boys from Skintown
Are in England on the lump
Got pissed in Letterkenny
With darlin' sportin' Jenny
Spent me very last penny
And we made it in the press
The husband caught me in the bed
Tried to shoot me in the head
Had to swim the stream to get
The Donegal Express
Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
As sure as I'm Father Emmett
I've a King Dong down me Semmett
As any girl will tell you
>From Cavan down to Clare
Back in sweet Virginia
In the toilet with Lavinia
I nearly fucked her brains out
And tore her party dress
A shit, a shave, a shower
And half a pint of powers
Then off again to get on board
The Donegal Express
Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Who dares to speak of Donegal You get kicks in the bars and kicks in the balls The harp that played in Tara's halls Is burning on the dump Virginia is a gin town Belturbot is a sin town And all the boys from Skintown Are in England on the lump Got pissed in Letterkenny With darlin' sportin' Jenny Spent me very last penny And we made it in the press The husband caught me in the bed Tried to shoot me in the head Had to swim the stream to get The Donegal Express Kahaya! You fuck! Come Hell of high water I might have fucked your Missus But I never fucked your daughter Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh As sure as I'm Father Emmett I've a King Dong down me Semmett As any girl will tell you >From Cavan down to Clare Back in sweet Virginia In the toilet with Lavinia I nearly fucked her brains out And tore her party dress A shit, a shave, a shower And half a pint of powers Then off again to get on board The Donegal Express Kahaya! You fuck! Come Hell of high water I might have fucked your Missus But I never fucked your daughter Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Kahaya! You fuck! Come Hell of high water I might have fucked your Missus But I never fucked your daughter Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
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