MICHELLE SMITH

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Michelle Smith

Now The Old Bank Of Ireland, Was Running Short Of Gold
The Vaults Were All Empty, The Assets Were All Sold
So They Sent For Michelle, And This She Was Told
Go Over To Atlanta, And Bring Us Back Some Gold

Now Who's That Bobbing Up And Down In The Water?
She Comes From Old Ireland, Someone Cried With Laughter
But She's Not Here For Fun, Its Gold That She's After
And You Can Tell By Her Smile, She's Mister Smiths Daughter

Now All Of The Knockers, Said She Was To Old
But She's Swimming For Old Ireland, And The Green White And Gold
She Hasn't Got An Equal, They Threw Away The Mould
And She's Coming Back To Ireland, With A Big Pot Of Gold

From The North Pole , South Pole, And Down By The Liffey Wall
From All Around The Globe, They All Heard The Call
With Their Back Strokes, Breast Strokes, Butterfly, And Crawl
Put Them In The Water, Michelle Will Beat Them All

By J Mc Donagh.

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