The Leprechaun's Mistake

This was actually written as an Irish Drinking Song

(In the traditional Irish drinking song way, this song must be heard aloud while speaking with an Irish accent.)

Let me recount a story
Of Saint Patrick's Day.
It's truth passed down through memory,
Or so that's what they say.
But this story's not for those who cannot hold their liquor
Cuz we'll drink a shot with every verse to make it go by quicker!

One Patrick's Day not long ago
Man went into a pub,
He says, "I am a Leprechaun!
Aye, but here's the rub;
There's not a man who'll drink with me, not one young or old,
But the man there is who outdrinks me will get this pot o' gold!"

Well people stared and silence spread
Throughout the whole damn bar.
No one would take this challenge up
Not e'en those who'd drank too far.
But then, there rose a clamor, too everybody's shock,
A man stood up and shouted, "I think I'll try me luck!"

The Leprechaun, he looked around,
And there he saw the lad.
He laughed aloud and said to him
"Oh Lord, this is too sad!
Who do you think you are, boy, to take this bet with me?
Taking shot for shot, I think, you wouldn't get past three!"

Lad said unto the little man,
"Me name is Lane Wallace!
I get my Irish heritage
From me dear grandma.
And if you think you'll drink me down, then boyo you've been misled,
Cuz instead of mother's milk it was the whiskey I was fed."

So they sat down at a table,
Leprechaun laid out the rules.
He said, "Me name is Lucky,
To drink with me's for fools.
We'll go through everything they have, including whiskey, vodka, rum
And by the time I'm done with ye, you'll be crawling to your mum.

So shot for shot they went,
Till their livers must have rotten.
And shot for shot for shot again,
Till the bet was nigh forgotten,
When finally Lucky, he says, "Lad, you'd better give up soon.
Why, you've dranken enough alcohol to piss over the moon!"

Then Lane took out a bottle,
And says, "I'll poor one more"
The Leprechaun, he took the drink,
Then fell down on the floor.
And laughing loud Bryce said to him, as he set down his glass,
"The gold is mine you sorry beast, that water put you on your a*s!"

So while we all are here tonight
We'll drink our livers rotten!
We'll drink and laugh and sing because
This song won't be forgotten.
And when it seems unciousness is right there on the edge...
Oh, we'll drink and drink and drink until the Leprechaun is dead!

Author's Note

I had been bored, and upset that I had to work one St. Patrick's Day. Instead of doing my job that night, I wrote this. Since then this song has graced several drunken gatherings and get together's along the western seaboard. I even heard of people singing them at parties I'd never been to in Nevada. A proad day for any lyricist.
Written March 15, 2006.

Reviews

[Y.Badr El Din]

great use of refrain and repitition, i really like your work although you might of been bored when writing this piece it is a great one.

I really love this stanza:

So they sat down at a table,
Leprechaun laid out the rules.
He said, "Me name is Lucky,
To drink with me's for fools.
We'll go through everything they have, including whiskey, vodka, rum

And by the time I'm done with ye, you'll be crawling to your mum.
i really like the use of ryhme.