Easy And Slow
'Twas down by Christchurch that I first met with Annie,
A neat little girl and not a bit shy,
She told me her fahter, who came from Dungannon,
Would take her back home in the sweet by and by.
Chorus
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.
We wandered by Thomas Street down to the Liffey
The sunshine was gone and the evening grew dark
Along by Kingsbridge and begod in a jiffy
Me arms were around her beyond in the park
And what's it to any man whether or no...
From city or country a girl is a jewel
And well made for gripping the most of them are
But any young man he 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...
Now if you should go to the town of Dungannon
You can search till your eyes are weary or blind
Be you lying or walking or sitting or running
A girl like Annie, you never will find.
And what's it to any man whether or no....