GRANNY’S DRUNKEN LULLABY Toora loora looral Rah rah, siss boom bah Ave Maria Que sera sera When I was but a wee baby Me granny liked to drink She’d stare at me over her whiskey And say, “A lullaby, I think.” She would start to sing me a bedtime song But she’d get her merds wixed up Then she’d say, “T’ hell with it all,” And pour another cup, singing, “Toora loora looral Rah rah, siss boom bah Ave Maria Que sera sera “Rememb’rin’ words is for pussies. You only need carry a tune Until it no longer matters at all For ye’ll be plastered soon.” She’d take me wee pram for a toddle And waddle straight down to the pub She’d prop me up on the bar for a lark And give me tummy a rub. She’d offer to trade me for spirits But the barman said, “Nay, not allowed.” Then she’d make me dance a wee jig to get money Busking for the crowd, while she sang “Toora loora looral Rah rah, siss boom bah Ave Maria Que sera sera “Rememb’rin’ words is for pussies. You only need carry a tune Until it no longer matters at all For ye’ll be plastered soon.” Now the years have gone by and I’ve grown up And me granny, so sad, has passed on But we all raised a glass in her mem’ry And sang her this dear bedtime song “Toora loora looral Rah rah, siss boom bah Ave Maria Que sera sera “Rememb’rin’ words is for pussies. You only need carry a tune Until it no longer matters at all For ye’ll be plastered soon.” She sang Toora loora looral Rah rah, siss boom bah Ave Maria Que sera sera (spoken) G’night, Granny. We miss ye, ye wee drunken cow. (copyright 2010 T. Gregory Argall Thanks to William Poulin for the inspiration and concept.) |