Dingle jingle

In the Irish village of Dingle,
the Henrys decided to mingle.
When three pints of Guinness
had settled within us
we sang out the following jingle:

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In Dublin fair city
where streets are so bitty
we side-swiped a girl named sweet Molly Malone.
She whirled her Pierce Arrow,
through the streets broad and narrow,
crying “Jaysus, you eejits are a menace on the roads!”

In Ireland while driving
your hopes of surviving
depend on how close you can drive past the hedge
When a big bus comes at ya’
and threatens to splat ya’
you’d better stay left or you’ll never go home.
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Road signs in Kerry
make locals quite merry
for they’re written in Irish and Irish alone.
When befuddled tourists
confront language purists
the tourists stay lost on these windy small roads.

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Windy small roads, windy small roads,
the tourists stay lost on these windy small roads.

4 Responses to “Dingle jingle”

  1. Margaret September 2, 2009 at 3:26 pm #

    All you need to drive on Irish roads are nerves of steel, and the sound knowledge that they’re worse on the continent.

  2. Phyllis September 3, 2009 at 7:11 pm #

    Pretty impressive décolletage on that bronze statue.

  3. raincoaster September 5, 2009 at 8:05 pm #

    There’s a guy in Kerry who runs riding tours. That’s the only way to travel: jumping fences and going cross-country by day, staying at inns and closing the pub down by night. When my ship comes in, it will have a month of that tucked in the cargo hold.

  4. Mr. Henry September 6, 2009 at 3:07 pm #

    Phyllis, the statue stands opposite the main gate to Trinity College. Petting from students and tourists alike have given fair Molly’s bronze breasts a finely patinated sheen. If ever there were sunshine in Dublin, they would sparkle.