Here's to Mag, that dirty old hag, that filthy, slimy slut. Green fungus grows between her toes and maggots crawl her butt. May the bleeding piles torment you, may corns grow upon your feet. May crabs the size of lobsters crawl o're your balls and eat. And when you're old and grey and a syphilitic wreck, may you fall through yer own asshole and break your fucking neck.
A little known... lovely Irish pub ditty from County Cork (or maybe it was Limerick) passed down for 5 generations now, I tell ye.
I love my people.
The Irish Love of Poetry and Drinking,
Makes me wish us English had successfully exterminated them.
You tried, laddy. Remember 1855 and 6? Remember 1916?
PS, one of my favorite 90's songs
The existence of the Irish are a continued blemish upon the English race's otherwise decent record of subjugating people
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