IN A NEAT LITTLE TOWN

IN A NEAT LITTLE TOWN

by

Matt McGinn

In a neat little town they call Belfast

Sammy met Mary McGee

He had been brought up an Orangeman

She had been brought up R.C.

Now Sam’s Union Jack and his bible

That night he had left in his home

She had forgotten her rosary beads

So he didn't know she was from Rome

Well he looked in her eyes and felt safe then

For they were the bluest he’d seen

She looked at him and she felt quite secure

For his eyes were the grassiest green

In a neat little field outside Belfast

Mary and Sam had some fun

Then they both gave away their religion

But by that time the damage was done

Mary wrote to the Pope for forgiveness

But the Father in Rome wouldn’t budge

And when R.I.P. heard of this terrible crime

He threw Sammy out of the Lodge

Now the poor child was born out of wedlock

Twas a terribly sad sight to see

For now as he walks around Belfast

Folk say, ‘There goes the big Special B’

And her eyes they shone like diamonds

I thought her the queen of the land

And her hair it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band