Easy and Slow

It was down by Christ Church that I first met with Annie

A neat little girl and not a bit shy

Her father she told me had came from Dungannon

And would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye

And what's it to any man, whether or no

Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow

And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe

Twas down by Thomas Street, down to the Liffey

The sunlight was gone, and the evening grew dark

Along by Kings Bridge, and by God in a jiffy

My arms were around her, beyond in the park

And what's it to any man, whether or no

Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow

And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe

Ah, from city or country, a girl is a jewel

And well known for grippin', the most of them are

But any young fellow is really a fool

If he tries at the first time to go a bit far

And what's it to any man, whether or no

Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow

And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe

If ever you go to the town of Dungannon,

You my search till your eye balls are empty and blind

Be you sitting, or walking, or running, or standing

A girl like Annie you never will find

And what's it to any man, whether or no

Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow

And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe