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Oh I can hear the bean sidhes wail. O'er the hills and moors. And I can hear her Solemn cries. Right out side your door. Don't take one more step near. Those Irish cliffs my dear.
The local golf course was haunted by an evil leprechaun who liked to exploit the ambitions of the poorer players.
Lean in wee 'uns and listen close, You think that you know about ghosts But do yous know the spirits who mourn Right outside your own back door.
@naaviie @Delilah The poor little Irish lass Beleaguered and bedraggled Shooing nasty Pickers Oh, how it made her scramble.
There is a dear little Irish lass, Always loosing the cloth covering her ass.
One night I was talking to the girl who served behind the bar in my local snooker hall.
Lock up your children, Lock up your wives, Line your doors with gold. There's a-killin' To be done tonight By the Dullahan, so I'm told.
An Irish Story for Lent An Irishman moves into a tiny hamlet in County Kerry, walks into the pub and promptly orders three beers.