Planxty Dale!
Hey Dale Oh Mr Dale, your’e the joy of me life
For if it wasn’t for Chffy I would have no wife
I’d be scuttering around all night and all morn
Drunk and unwashed from fiddlin in storms
But now I have a Chiff and a Fipple to match
I can take time to chose where to stash all me cash
I am as sweet as a Gourd with gut for a string
That many a client seeks what I sing
Many a client speak of my prowess
On the Flute or the Pipes that I don’t possess
So in your debt I must surely be
For I have new store selling fiddlededee!