The Pill

Ah, the pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I won't have anymore because they're going to bless the pill

I can't sing this song in English, you know

It was written by my friend Matt McGinn in Scotland

He says, "I don't want anyone to take offense, you know

It's the Scotch presbyters up here who are standing pat

And down in Rome, they're having arguments"

I went when I was 17, I hadn't many brains

Says I, "The very thing to do is fill the house with wains"

But when I got the room full, I went to see the priest

To tell him my man Willie is behavin' like a beast

Ah, the pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I won't have anymore because they're going to bless the pill

He gave me such a talking to, it filled me eyes with tears

Says, "How long have you been wed?", says he, says I, "For 7 years"

He says, "You'd better give over all your evil, sinful tricks

You've been married seven years and you only got the six

Ah, the pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I won't have anymore because they're going to bless the pill

But now I'm hitting up for 40, in my faith have I been true

The very last time I counted them, I tallied twenty-two

Now I'm runnin' out of the notion, and we're runnin' short of names

The Willie, he would welcome more, he's very fond of wains

Ah, the pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I won't have anymore because they're going to bless the pill

And now the docking of the pill, it fills me heart with hope

I'm sitting here and waiting on the message frie the Pope

I went downtown and bought some at fifteen bob a ten

I hope we hear the Pope's okay before me man comes in

Ah, the pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I won't have anymore because they're going to bless the pill

Ah, the pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I'll be no more in the pudding club, they're going to bless the pill