The Balls of O'Leary
Are wrinkled and hairy,
They're stately and shapely,
Like the dome of Saint Paul's.
The women all muster,
To view that great cluster,
Oh, they sit and they stare,
At the bloody great pair,
Of O'Leary's balls.
Drink it down, down, down, down,
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|Created||:||2003 August 24|
|Modified||:||2004 March 2; October 26, 28; 2005 November 11; 2006 January 28: 2010 February 24|
|Author||:||Jeff "Little Head" Hutchinson|
|:||Hutchinson dot Jeff at gmail dot com|