lyrics: mist of the irish sky – the piper

cd: Mist of the Irish Sky

track 11: The Piper

She was born into money
Two decades ago
No chance at all
She’d end up on the dole
Her high education
Could not be to blame
She had a wild streak
Could not be contained
Every man’s fantasy
Beauty and brains
But she liked the pubs
Where the dock workers played
Her friends and her family
Were rightly dismayed
She was a fish
Out of water they’d say

Then she met a piper
Named Duncan McCloud
His pipes and his clothes
And his voice were too loud
If there was a match
That was not meant to be
It would be her
And old Duncan Mc C

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You’d hear him head home
At all hours of the night
Squeezing and wheezing
A sad sound and sight
She had her pick
Of the man she would own
It was the piper
That she followed home

Her parents said marriage
They could not abide
She said that’s for me
Not for you to decide
He was half in the bag
As they walked down the aisle
She was there
On his arm with a smile

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Now they’ve been together
Ten years and ten days
They say drunken Duncan
Is changing his ways
He plays at wakes
And the pubs now and then
Unlike the old days
He’s home before ten