The Pill

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chorus
The Pill, the Pill, I‘m pining for the Pill,
I'll never have any more because they're going to bless the Pill.

I wed when I was seventeen,
I hadn't many brains;
Says I the very thing to do
Is fill the hoose wi' weans.
But when I got the room full
I went to see the priest,
To tell him my man Willie
Was behaving like a beast:

He gave me such a terrible row
My eyes were filled wi' tears:
'How long have you been wed?' says he,
Says I, 'This seven years.'
Says he, 'You'd better give over
All your evil sinful tricks —
You've been married seven years
And you've only got the six!'

I'm corning up for forty,
In my faith I've aye been true;
The very last time I tallied them
I counted twenty-two.
But now I've lost the notion
For we're running short o' names,
Though Willie he would welcome more
He's fond o' havin' weans:

Now they're talking of the Pill
They've filled my heart wi' hope.
I'm sitting here and waiting
On a signal frae the Pope.
I went along tae buy some
At fifteen-bob a tin —
I hope we hae the Pope's O.K.
Before my man comes in!