Wednesday, 11 January 2012

THE SULKY – A METAPHOR FOR IRELAND'S WOES?

SULKY IN THE RAIN

Oh I’m drivin’ me auld sulky in the rain
Yes I’m drivin’ me auld sulky in the rain
The seat it bites me ass
But I’m feelin’ kind of class
‘Cos I’m drivin’ me auld sulky in the rain

Oh I’m drivin’ me auld sulky in the rain
But you’ll never ever hear me complain
In any kind of weather
Long as I can hold together
When I’m drivin’ me auld sulky in the rain

Yes I’m drivin’ me auld sulky in the rain
And I’m not too sure which part of me’s me brain
Me feet are way up where
Me head should be but I don’t care
When I’m drivin’ me auld sulky in the rain

Yes I’m drivin’ that auld sulky in the rain
Not a bother to occupy me brain
Though the seat’s gone up me hole
And I’m signin’ on the dole
I’m still drivin’ that auld sulky in the rain

Oh I’m drivin’ that auld sulky in the rain
And there’s no room for a missus or a wain
So I say ‘Thank God for that’
As I speed along the flat
Drivin’ me auld sulky in the  rain


© Ciaran O’Driscoll 2012

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