THE PILL

THE PILL

by

Matt McGinn

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 hadnae many brains

Says I, ‘The very thing to do is fill the house 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

The pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I'll never have any more because they're going to bless the pill

He gave me such a terrible row, my eyes were filled with 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’

The pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I'll never have any more because they're going to bless the pill

Now I'm coming 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 having weans

The pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I'll never have any more because they're going to bless the pill

Now they're talking o the pill, they've filled my heart wi hope

I'm sitting here and waiting on a signal frae the Pope

I went along to buy some at eight and nine a tin

I hope we hae the Pope's okay before my man comes in

The pill, the pill, I'm pining for the pill

I'll never have any more because they're going to bless the pill