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Not in, but I'd like to mention Tom Lehrer's The Irish Ballad, which I'm very fond of:

About a maid I'll sing a song
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who did not have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did every one of them in, them in
She did every one of them in

One morning in a fit of pique
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, with gin
And we had to make do with gin

Her mother she could never stand
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
Her mother she could never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin
Her face in a hideous grin

She set her sister's hair on fire
Rickety-tickety-tin
She set her sister's hair on fire
And as the smoke and flame rose higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin, -olin
Playing a violin

She weighted her brother down with stones
Rickety-tickety-tin
She weighted her brother down with stones
And sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were some bones
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Occasional pieces of skin

One day when she had nothing to do
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
One day when she had nothing to do
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in
Invited the neighbors in

And when at last the police came by
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
And when at last the police came by
Her little pranks she did not deny
To do so she would have had to lie
And lying she knew was a sin, a sin
Lying she knew was a sin

My tragic tale I won't prolong
Rickety-tickety-tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
And if you did not enjoy my song
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long
You should never have let me begin, begin
You should never have let me begin
There was an Old Man of Kilkenny,
Who never had more than a penny;
He spent all that money,
In onions and honey,
That wayward Old Man of Kilkenny.

Or There once was a man from Nantucket...
Post edited June 01, 2014 by lugum
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SalarShushan: Maginty so squinty...
What game are you hint-y?
Do you fly in the air?
Sword fight with a bear?
Does your car roll round fast?
Do you sleep on your boat's mast?
Does it come with a dungeon,
Civ map, or a truncheon
to beat savage trolls
- or do the trolls bowl?

Since this rhyming's a game
with lyrics insane,
no matter who you choose,
we're all winners
we can't lose
:D
Just woke up and read through these, salarshushan wrote mi favourite, wrote it himself and he kept the rhyme and rhythm going nicely :) send me a pm with what game you want that's $4 or less and ill fire it over :)



"Well mi name is macnamara and i come from Donegal.........."
Here's Steve Earle's <i>The Galway Girl</i>, one of favourites:

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl

We were halfway there when the rain came down
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
And she asked me up to her flat downtown
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl

When I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
I've traveled around I've been all over this world
Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl


Not in, but lovely idea for a giveaway, cheers!
Thank you, CptFandango! PM inbound :D