(To the tune of 'She Was Just a Poor Man's Daughter')
'Twas a cold
winter's evening
The guests were a-leavin'
O'Leary was closing
the bar
When he turned and said
To the lady in red
“Get
out! You can't stay where you are”
Oh she wept a sad
tear
In her bucket of beer
As she though of the cold night
ahead
When a gentleman dapper
Stepped out of the crapper
And
these are the words he said
“Her mother
never taught her
The things that a young girl should know
About
the ways of college men
And how they come and go (mostly go)
Age
has stolen her beauty
And sin has left it's sad scar (you know
where)
So, remember your mothers and sisters, boys
And let her
sleep under the bar (with old Grandad)”