| 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.) |